I’m really not in the mood to type a lengthy blog post, so instead I will leave you with some of my current thoughts. You’re excited aren’t you? I know, I can tell.

1. This one has been irking me for awhile now. I watch CSI quite often and I would like to know why the investigators are constantly in the dark. The victims home – dark. Do they turn on a light? No. Instead, they walk around in the dark and use tiny little flashlights to check things out. In the lab, the morgue – dark. Now, they do not use flashlights in the lab or morgue. Nuh-uh. They are content with the dark blue/green/red/yellow/orange hue that seems to be in all of the rooms. Yeah, that’ll help you spot some evidence, Mr. Grissom!

2. I’d like to punch my dog in the face. Yeah, you read that right. I would like to punch her. I can’t leave the house for more than 5 minutes without her tearing the place apart. For example, I went out on Sunday afternoon to pick up some free hair dye at Shoppers (yeah, baby!) and was gone for MAYBE 30 minutes. I get home and what is the first thing I see when I walk in the door? Why, Maggie of course. As soon as she sees me, she takes off up the stairs whimpering. Something’s up, I think to myself. Oh, something was up alright. I turn the corner to go upstairs and see one of DH’s nice expensive shoes all torn up on the floor. Wonderful. That’s all right, we’ve got money to burn, dog! Let’s just say that I didn’t speak to her for awhile. She was sad and sorry and licked my legs and would look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I still wanted to punch her in the face, but instead I planted a nice big smooch on her head and we made up.

3. Sometimes I think telemarketers have some kind of a crush on me. They call, make some kind of compliment and then proceed to try to sell me something. Whether it’s a new toaster oven, concert tickets or a huge flat screen TV for only $19.99, no I am not interested. I’m so glad I am not doing sales jobs any longer. Oh, did I not mention I was once a telemarketer myself. Yeah, I sold circus tickets. Go figure.

Giggity giggity, that’s all folks!