I’ve been trying to think of something to write about, but most of the funny shit that’s happened lately has been that you-had-to-be-there kind of shit and I try to write about them but the words come out all wrong and halfway through the post it’s so not funny anymore so what the hell is the point of boring you with it so I give up and end up not posting for
weeks days at a time.
Like last Thursday when my best friend J gave me her house key so I could feed the fish while she and her family went out of town but then had to come to my house later that night and get it when she realized she’d left the house without a spare and had no way to get back in the house the night before they left for Orlando. See? Funny as hell then, not so much now. Also proof that I’m not the only dip shit around these parts.
Or Saturday when Big Poppa and I were headed to the Penn State/Minnesota game in the middle of a Nor’Easter and at some point during the increasingly snowy drive westward on Rte. 80 he turned and said to me, “Why the hell are we doing this today?” And I said, “DEDICATION! We’re supporting our team! We don’t want to lose a hundred bucks on the tickets!” To which he said, “Also, we’re jackasses. Don’t forget that.” Funny then, not so much now.
I do have some recipes to post, which I’ll get to soon, because one is a southwestern style turkey meatloaf that you need to make, like, immediately, but I have some pressing matters to attend to at home first. Like the laundry and the vaccumming and oh yeah did I mention we’re finally installing the new kitchen floor this weekendOHMYFUGGINGAHI’MSOEXCITED!!!1!!
So there’s that. Until then I’ll continue to bore you with stories that are only funny to me.