Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Random Tuesday thoughts on the sly


I told Chuck I'm working on a freelance project right now. Except I'm blogging. Mwaahahaha.

Our house was built in 1020 BC. Honest. They didn't have that pink insulation back then, so some of our rooms are fr-fr-freezing. Our bedroom is one those rooms. It's also Diddly's bedroom for the time being, so I've been cranking the heat.

Guess who's bedroom isn't freezing? Junior's. He's melting. The poor kid asked if he could sleep with frozen corn under his pillow. I wasn't sure what to say. I mean, I guess it's ok if he sleeps with vegetables, but what if this is how fetishes start? What if Junior gets hooked on niblets? What if he brings some chick back to his dorm room and she finds frozen peas in his bed and spinach in his sheets and he never gets laid again?

You just never know.

My mother is visiting. Thanks to another snowstorm, she'll be stranded with us for a few days. I love my mother. Honest. But she does weird things with my sponge. She thinks I keep lubricant in my refrigerator. She thought my house was haunted.

In all fairness, I can understand why.

One of the reasons I love having a blog is that I get to play the "Where was I at this time in [insert year]?" I'd completely forgotten that two years ago I was channeling my inner rebel by building a snowslut. One year ago I became a redhead.

This year? I'm about to buy Pajama Jeans.


Shit, here comes Chuck. For more randomness, visit the UnMom. She saw Elvis at her blog conference. Honest.


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Pricilla said...

So you are saying that blogs are better than family for reminding us of our erm, foibles?

Mama Badger said...

There are many worse things a girl could find in a guys bed than niblets. I'm just saying. And what if she wants a snack in the middle? At least it's a healthy one.

Frogs in my formula said...

So, like instead of a post-coital cigarette they'd have a post-coital niblet?

kyooty said...

it's almost freelance if freelance means "Free" and unpaid?

Stacie said...

I feel Junior's pain. I can't sleep when it's too warm/hot in a room. I agree with Mama Badger, there are worse things a girl could find in a guy's bed.

You can always start leaving packaged meat under Junior's pillow whenever you need to thaw dinner.

Keely said...

As the mother of a weirdo, the corn request is a little strange even for me. But whatever works.

Stacy Uncorked said...

I wonder if frozen vegetables would be a better idea than sleeping with dinosaurs? I'm just sayin'.

Freelance project - I love it. I'm gonna use that one. ;)

RTT: Snow, Ice, Dinos, Snuggie Envy

Dysfunctional Mom said...

NO don't let him start with the frozen veggies. Have you seen Strange Addictions. There was a chick who slept with her blow dryer every night, running. She would get burns but it didn't stop her. Freak.Show.

SmartBear said...

Post-coital niblets!!! LOL...that is priceless!

Kimberly said...

Pajama Jeans???? what be these mazing sounding articles??

One day I should go read old entries of mine, to remember what I did back then. that is part of the point to a journal, I guess.

I'm stopping by from RAnDom Thoughts Tuesday!


Just call me Yankee said...

I say go for it with the pajama jeans. Then tell us all how awful they are. They look like spandex to me. Not comfy in my book. And who needs spandex when most of us that want to wear sweats are not skinny smooth legged models. And way cool about Chuck and ghosthunting, I love the tee shirt! Happy RTT!

Debbie said...

I have two kids living in dorm rooms. I WISH there were niblets in their beds.

Grand Pooba said...

Haha! Yeah, before I had a blog, I had no idea what I was doing this time of year last year. Seriously. what happened to the first 27 years of my life?

I have know idea.

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