Furnace needs a new pair of shoes. Forget Payless. I’m talking Louboutin. Bleh. I’m trying to decide which is worse — the money or the interruptions. It’s a toss-up.
OTOH, it’s not a scorcher of a day. In fact, the day is glorious, baby. Okay. I can work with that. All I need is a little Sammy Hagar and I’m on a Roll. If this doesn’t help, nothing will. Better yet. Let’s go to Mexico.
Yeah. Sammy, honey, that’s the way. Let’s hear it again.
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After watching the performances and interviews on SYTYCD last night, I’m undecided. Totally. I say winners all. Let’s do a 4-way split.
Having spent three weeks without AC down here in the South, I feel your pain. Good to get it fixed though, which will prevent you from freezing in a Canadian winter or having your house burn down.
We’re in total agreement — well, nearly — about SYTYCD. I didn’t vote because I don’t want anyone to leave (what a fab season this has been!) but I do put three of the dancers a tad ahead of the 4th. I’ve also decided in my next life I’m either going to be a crumper or a Bollywood Dancer. Or maybe that requires two more lives?
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Oops. Just remembered the rock star and the song writer for George Strait goals. Since I can’t see King George singing to a Bollywood score, or gettin’ down and rappin’ for my crump, I guess that adds two more lives to my future. Which is something to look forward to.
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I can so see you as a rock star, JoAnn. And a bgirl. Yeah. Definitely. š
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