It's Friday! Time for Friday Fragments. Head over to Mrs. Fours (the creator of this awesome post) to read her Fragments, link up your Friday Fragments, and read the Frags of other fragtastic bloggers!
+ I killed a HUGE spider on our front porch. It basically took a half of a can of Black Flag. I swear I have killed more bugs since I've been married than I ever did when I was single.
+ Mr. Ski made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. They were yummy. I love him.
+ I have had constant indigestion for the last two weeks. Grr. And just in case you were going to ask...I'm not preggers.
+ Gidget got her Halloween costume early this year. Check it out!
+ I almost quit my job on Wednesday. It was a really bad day that ended with me sobbing on the phone with Mr. Ski.
+ I joined Twitter today. I wanted to be in the loop. The only people following me so far were advertising personal ads and naughty websites. So I blocked them and I'm already reconsidering this Twitter decision.
+ As I was walking out of the grocery store I saw a used condom on the ground. Um, GROSS! Who has sex in a parking lot at the grocery store? I guess someone got lucky before picking up milk, bread, and eggs.
+ A convertible passed me yesterday on my drive home. It had this written on the back window: "Inner beauty doesn't get you laid." I did laugh, but then laughed harder when I noticed that the female driver was quite unattractive. I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.
+ My birthday is in seven days. And I will be all alone. Bummer. OH well, it's not like birthdays are important after 21.
+ To further prove that my birthday is no big thing anymore ( I used to proclaim that the whole month of September was to celebrate my birth...for real!) as I was making a list for Mr. Ski (he's not the greatest at picking presents, hey, he makes me a list too so this is normal for us!) and so far my list consists of an itunes card and a filing cabinet. Wow...I've gotten pretty boring.
+ I went to a bachelorette party last weekend. It was fun except I had to pry details out of the host. She was supposed to send an invite...didn't. So, I email her asking if it was still going on. She says "yes." So I email her back with "what time, where, etc." and she says "I sent an invitation I don't know what happened" Can't a girl get some frickin' details?! So I send another email with "what time, when, etc." and she responds "Hilton at 7pm for pizza and lingerie party then we're going out downtown." So I send another email "What size does she wear" she responds "34D and small" and then I vomited. Not really, but those sizes are ridiculous! On Saturday I was talking to the bachelorette's sister. And she tells me that there's a theme for the party....Goth. HOLY CRAP! Why in the hell didn't the HOST tell me this? Oh yeah probably because I had to pry details from her to begin with. I tell the bachelorette's sister that I'm not dressing up because I don't have time to find anything. I make it to the Hilton on time and I thought when I walked in I would see people dressed in black with crazy eyeliner and chains and instead I saw 15 girls in skirts, argyle sweaters, tennis shoes, and hats. Hmm...this doesn't seem very Goth...is there a preppy Goth these days? Her sister and I go outside to smoke and I tell her that no one looks very Goth. She laughed and said that she said the theme was GOLF not GOTH. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that makes sense now. Thank God I didn't show up in Goth attire, I would have been way out of place!
The font on this post is being STUPID....sorry for all the mis-match.