Wednesday, March 17, 2010


This morning I was digging in the back of my closet looking for my "Kiss me, I'm Irish" t-shirt.

I was getting pretty pissed that I couldn't find it and my besties are patiently waiting in the driveway for me so we can go to Six Flags.

I know it is in here but I don't wanna dig too far because the last time I did that I ended up with cat poo on my forehead.

Well shit!(pun..well you know)

Now they are honking.

I am trying to hurry. Quit the damn honking.

My god! Stop!

I run to the garage door.

"Stop honking the damn horn" I giggle.


I realize as I am laying in bed that I don't HAVE a "kiss me I'm Irish" t-shirt.

The "honking" is my alarm clock.

My best buddy lives 1,000 miles away and is not in fact in my drive way.

I have a baby finger in my nose.

I am not going to Six Flags today but I AM going to work.

The only thing relevant to the whole dream is

Happy St. Patty's Day!!!!!


looking4#3 said...

Very cute!!! Now you have me so curious as to what Six Flags you are talking about??!!! I have one in the state I am in too!!!
Could we actually be in the same state?? Maybe neighbors??!!!

Marie said...

That would be six flags over Texas mam! How about you? Everything going good? I tried to check in on you but I couldn't get to your blog. Hope all is well!

rachaelgking said...

Oh man, I haven't been to a Six Flags in forever.

Suddenly, I want a SnoCone.