Cuz I’m pretty good with a bowstaff. I have mad skillz. Crazy mad skillz. I have proven to myself, once again, that I’m a frickin’ genius. Oh, sure, it may sound like I’m tooting my own horn, but believe me: I’m a rock star.
Oh yeah. And Star Jones still sucks.
Does anyone even like Star Jones Reynolds? Today was a great day on The View, because it was Star-less. Totally erased. Even from the credits. See, since I’ve been a stay-at-home whatever, I’ve had a lot of free time. An hour of said free time was dedicated to watching The View. The only drawback? Star Jones. I can’t stand her. Never liked her. I find her smug, condescending, and just plain rude. So, today is a good day. No more Star.
But seriously. Did anyone like her?
Keeping your head above water, making a wave when you can. So here’s the thing (yes, Kevin, the thing: Something really great happened in the Donahue household yesterday, and I’m dying to talk about it. But I can’t. At least, not here. Hmmmmmm…..I wonder if there is an anonymous blog out there that might be addressing the good stuff that’s going on with us…..I wonder if it might even be on my blogroll? Could be……
Seriously, though. Exciting things are happening all over the place lately, and it feels like the planets ae all aligned in our favor. Now I just have to not jinx anything.
I’m desperately trying to win Mavs tickets for either Game 6 or Game 7. Maybe I should have tagged Camille or Kevin, since they both seem to be exceptionally lucky. Mark Cuban: If you’re listening, I really, really really want to go, so if you could just go ahead and send me some tickets, I’d really appreciate it, mmmmk?
We had our usual Coopahue Saturday night dinner last night, and, I have to say, the redhead hit a home run. She made the best burgers we’ve ever had. A few weeks ago, she marinated some skirt steak for fajitas, and after I got the recipe from her, it became known in our house as “Camille’s Meat”. Picture this:
Kev: What’s for dinner?
Me: Camille’s Meat.
Kev: Mmmmmmm. Camille’s Meat…..
So, basically, she adapted the recipe for burgers. As Kevin said, it was “tasty and dee-lic-ious”. These burgers will become legend. Can we have them again tonight?
We’re so totally gonna win tonight. And that’s all I have to say about that. Oh, and I love Mark Cuban, too.
Okay, maybe just one. The one who left a comment a few weeks ago and neglected to leave an email address. So, Jess, shoot me an email, k? I’m not ignoring you, I just don’t know how to get in touch.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
I had to go back to the doctor last week for a follow-up UA. I got the results back today, and apparently, I do indeed have a UTI. A raging one. The nurse asked if I wanted a prescription for the pain. She asked if my symptoms had become unbearable. She was shocked when I told her that I haven’t had any symptoms. None. Nada. Niente. I am the only person I know who can have a really bad infection and not know it. There’s no telling how long I’ve had it, either. The good news (aside from the part about me not having any symptoms of any kind) is that I’m now on Cipro, so it should clear right up in a few days.
Not that I’d ever know it.