Big ups to Krystal one of my closest friends and the hypocrite of the week. Why? I'm glad you asked. Over the last two weeks I put on my facebook page that I bought a dress for $10 in Michigan, $8 at Macy's and a few days later I bought another dress for $3 at the Goodwill. That's a total of $21. Stop counting and put your shoes back on. Anyway, Kris gave me hell for buying all three dresses; she said I'm supposed to be saving for a trip we want to take. And at first I thought, "Eff you running Krystal." Then I thought, she's right. I'll stop even if the dress is only $3.
Then it happened. And knowing Krystal, I should have known better. Who sashayed past me at work yesterday in a cute yellow dress? Uh huh, Krystal. I'm going on and on to her about how cute her dress is and where did she get it. She tells me she bought it recently and it was 80% off. SERIOUSLY? This goofball doesn't even get it. So I ask you Krystal, because I know you're reading this because I told you I was calling you out today though I can't believe you didn't know why: DO YOU WANT TO BE THE POT OR THE KETTLE?
I forgot to share this story yesterday. This one goes out to Kristina who hates all things uppity. And who can blame her for that? Anyway, yesterday after I left the doctor to go to work, I stopped at the Kenwood McDonalds. Can I just say that I don't get why Kenwood doesn't have it together logistically with this McDonalds.?. At 12 noon cars are stacked on to Montgomery Road because of the way the drive-thru is set up. So to keep from getting rammed on Montgomery Road, I go inside. Anyway, that's not my rant. Inside I promise you is Stay-at-home Mom Jurassic Park. Seems like they all have wet hair from the pool and each mom is at least eight kids deep. There's happy meals all over the damn place. But hell, I'm not happy; I think they should have their own freakin' McDonalds and leave the rest of us who have to work for a living alone. But that's not my rant either.
Here's my rant. In front of me is a swim mom. She's holding up the line for some reason. The cashier, a pleasant young lady, is just staring at her. Finally I hear the lady say something about something being in her car and she'll be right back. Then she runs out of the restaurant. Huh? I'm next in line, yet something tells me not to move. So I don't. Then the cashier looks at me pitifully. And I look at her sympathetically. Then I look to my left and I see about five happy meals stacked on the counter. But I still don't get it. Then a sharply dressed gentlemen behind the counter, probably the owner, asks her what's going on. The young lady tells him that all the swim mom's credit cards have been declined and she went out to the car to get another one.So he rolls his eyes and keeps trying to contain all the other wet hair dinosaurs (look that up, it has to be a species).
Minutes go by and swim hair mom doesn't come back. The line is now to the door. And frustrated, the owner tells her to go to the empty register and start ringing us up. So she does. More minutes go by and I'm out the door, but swim hair never returned - at least not while I was there. I'm wondering if she came back, but I think I know the answer to that. Not to revel in someone else's embarr-a$$ed-ment. But hey - at least I made Kristina giggle today.
I discovered I've been spelling the Energizer Bunny's name wrong all week. It's Favre, not Farve. Who gives a shiggety right? You all didn't, not enough to correct me. Not even you Mr. "leave Brett Favre alone" Ward. Anyway, Yahoo says this is the latest: he says, "I talked to them. They know." Meaning the Vikings already know if this punk a$$ed punk is going to play or not. Rat-faced bastard.
The rant goes silent on weekends I've decided. I'm going to dance tomorrow morning then to the salon. Then church and who knows what else Sunday. I hope you have a great weekend!
Love you guys!
Leslie
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