OK, stay up drinking with your friends until 11:00. Get up at 5:00, drive for three hours, drop your truck at the shop, find out it will cost $3000 to get it to pass inspection, stall out borrowed truck, arrive at beach house 10:30, clean disgusting barbeque grill, weed garden, pay non-English-speaking cleaners, blog. That's as far as I've gotten.
Cups of coffee: 1
Bananas: 1/2
Crossword puzzles: 1
Newspapers: 1
Beers: 3
Cigarettes: 6
Why I can't stop smoking: So many miles, so little time.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
mr. and mrs. jones
About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
5 comments:
why the fuck is it going to cost that much?? i say screw it and re-register somewhere south of the boarder....
Not to be a know-it-all asshole or anything, but that would be "border"—unless you're referring to a person living with you with a meal plan rather than to a geographical deliniation between two states or countries.
you bitch. i know how to spell the word...and what it means. i was just board of using spell check
I need a cigarette after looking at that hot piece of ass. How much for your little girl?
broads bickering over boarders...board.borders.. you both bored? Or were the milk and smokes out when you awoke this morning?
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