There’s a few things I’ve been wanting to get off my mind. And lucky you get to be the recipient of said brain vomit. Feeling honored?
Hang on…this could get ugly.
NBA free agency. People – Get. Over. It. When these guys want you to know where they’re going to play, THEY WILL TELL YOU. Until then, try talking about something else. It’s not like there’s nothing else going on in the world of sports. Perhaps you might have heard about a little soccer match in Brazil or some hellacious hills in Europe?
The Great Male/Female Dupa Debate. Always a great way to pass the time on the ARC trainer. The hubs and I have very VERY differing ideas on what constitutes an attractive lower region. Don’t misunderstand me, it’s not like we go around checking out every butt in existence. We do, however, have some spirited debates about the male species obsession with said anatomical part. Take for instance, yesterday. Said hubby spies a rather rotund bottom at the gym and voices his “appreciation” for said dimensions. I, on the other hand, responded with a look not unlike this:
Grocery Shopping. It’s simple. I’m not allowed. I throw stuff in the cart that’s….wait for it….NOT ON THE LIST. Oh, the horror. Plus I would buy everything at Whole Foods aka Whole Paycheck putting said aforementioned dupas in the poor house. Which would more than likely result in me getting above noted look from said hubby.
Mornings. This is simple. I hate them. Violently. Hubby wakes up like this. ‘Nuff said.
Golf, Tennis, Vollyball. I’d rather have my fingernails pulled out with pliers than have to watch these sports. On the flip side though, as I always like to see the positive in everything, these rock if you suffer from insomnia.
And the one that I’m sure many of you can relate to…The Great Peanut Butter Debate.
Creamy. Hands down.
Enjoy the Ride.
Anything you feel like confessing this fine Tuesday?