Me last night, while idly spooning a blob of mustard off my t-shirt: It’s nice to have a comfy t-shirt that’s so old that you don’t care at all if you spill on it.
Me today, while sitting at my computer: What is that horrendous smell that’s like a mixture of malt-o-meal and blue cheese? Oh my god, it’s my shirt.
I’ll have you know that I didn’t sleep in this biohazard of a garment. I slept in something else and then woke up and threw on this disgusting shirt.
Do you realize that this blog has made me fall in love with you? Like, I am totally smitten.
Toddrod
Woah. The verification word is “heyspqaz.” I don’t even have to make up a definition for that.
Heyspqaz, when you leave Alison a message, don’t write something lame.
I’ve never tried spooning mustard. I usually stick to girls.
God, I’m so sorry Alison! I don’t know why I’m in such a silly mood today. I think I’m just relieving some stress after a long week. I should be back to normal tomorrow. Hope you’re still my friend :o)
I can hear Toddrod yelling at me, “heyspqaz – leave Alison alone!”
Although I must say, the image of Alison spooning some mustard while wearing a T-shirt — pretty good!
“It’s nice to have a comfy t-shirt that’s so old that you don’t care at all if you spill on it.”
Better that than YOU being so old that you don’t care if you spill on your shirt.
=)
OMG! It’s 1:00 AM and Spain has cut the USA lead to 2 points with 8 minutes left in basketball! Shit!
I’m going to be so pissed if we lose!
Ok, I was never nervous (yeah right) we won! Thank God!
So you spooned a blob of mustard? Nice!