Author: The Jody

Hey, Mr. Dump called a chimney sweep in Maynard (Chim Chimney) and not only did they take his call, they are going to come out and clean our chimney in less than a week! How excited am I? I can’t begin to tell you. Well, I did begin to tell you, but you know, you have to fill in the blanks. It’s been WAY too long since we got the chimney swept. Like, I don’t think we’ve ever had it swept. We don’t have many fires (in the fireplace, not in the chimney, duh) in any given year, and 80% of the time we’re using the fake logs, so our risk is lower than a heavy wood burning fireplace. And we have used those logs that are supposed to clean out the chimney. I assume they are crap and a waste of good money, but it made us feel like we were at least giving it the old elementry school try.

Well after Tuesday I won’t have to worry about it for the whole rest of the year! Woo!

Are you telling me that Britney is casting aside the boil that is her husband, useless waste of space Kevin Federline? Does this mean we won’t be seeing his ugly mug on tv and magazines any more?

I don’t know what to think.

A

Positively fantastic. Great script, great plot, parts of it laugh out loud funny. Humor more highbrow than what we’ve come to expect from a kid’s movie.

I absolutely loved it. Best movie I’ve seen in a year or two…I think I liked it better than Cars. I actually want to see it again already, but I will wait for the DVD. *sigh*

Email conversation yesterday

Him: I’m headed to the store. Do you need anything?

Me: Yes! I need sparkly shoes, some dress pants and a tiara. And a dSLR camera and a Macintosh computer. Oh and a Tylenol because my neck hurts.

Him: One Tylenol, coming up.

He’s funny, that one. And speaking of dress pants, what happened to the word slacks? You just don’t hear it much anymore. Or at all, unless you spend a lot of time with folks who remember hearing the news live on the radio that Pearl Harbor had been bombed.

I’m not even sure if slacks are different than dress pants. I should look up the definition of slacks, I suppose, but I’m supposed to be working on my Nano novel right now, instead of having this conversation with you. I think what I’m going to have to do is work this entire post into the novel. That’s the only way to make everyone happy. Luckily, that won’t be too difficult because as of this moment, 2400 or so words in, my novel is about a compulsive shopper. So actually the entire conversation is appropriate. It’s just that my compulsive shopper (who I believe I will be naming Olivia (or Liv to her friends) would actually buy those items. I didn’t even end up with a Tylenol.

Kerry Healy…good Lord, how can anybody vote for her?