How is it I get leftovers six days a week? The math doesn’t work unless we are cooking for 36 people and only 6 are eating. I think my kids get up in the night and cook things just so I have to eat leftovers.
Some how they eat the first round fine but when leftovers come it’s only me that eats that particular dish. They claim they don’t like it. So they get frozen pizzas, while I get what once was fried chicken, then BBQ chicken then my Monday dinner.
It’s not nice to heat unidentifiable chicken for me while the house smells of roasting pepperoni.
I better grab my hedge trimmer, my Cuervo and go therapeutically destroy a bush before I assault a family member with a sharpened chicken leg.
Talk to you soon.
I just read oil is selling for $143 a barrel on the market. Which market?. I can’t remember the last time I bought a barrel of oil but I know I pay about two bucks a quart at WalMart. Since there are four quarts to a gallon and 55 gallons to a barrel I am getting hosed at about $440 a barrel.
I also saw gas prices are up. Where I live in the Blue Grass state I paid $3.76 yesterday for a gallon of gas. This morning, when I went by the gas station, the sign said $3.89. A thirteen cent jump! So I ordered a smaller cup of Mocha Carmel Coffee at the Cafe. I usually get the large for $4.99 a cup but this morning with the high price of gas I went with the $3.99 size. I also had to cut back on my water and only get the 16.9 ounce for $1.29 instead of my usual 22 ounce for $1.59. These gas prices are killing me!
How can I be expected to pay $3.89 a gallon for gas and still buy the things I want? I want the 4.99 coffee! It’s 20 ounces so it only costs about a quarter an ounce. That only works out to about $32 a gallon. My water is only about $9.25 a gallon. So why should these oil people be allowed such huge profits so I can’t afford 32 dollar a gallon colored water and nine dollar clear water?
There should be an investigation! Exxon and Shell and the boys need to explain. They are charging us over THREE CENTS an ounce for gasoline! We can not let them get away with this travesty.
Monday mornings are not my favorite so I just decided to sleep through this one. This weekend in the sports world nothing great happened….Dale Jr lost, Paula Creamer lost…I am afraid to look at the Braves box score…damn they lost!
Three for three and that is without counting Sharapova and the Ivanovic losses at Wimbledon Friday.
What is wrong with you people? I can’t have one day off? I don’t keep an eye on things for what should of been a lazy Sunday and stuff goes crazy. Paula Creamer starts the day 8 under, one shot back and shoots 5 over for the day and finishes like 10th or some damn thing. I did watch for a few holes and it was painful. The only good part was the traditional pink dress which showed off her muscular legs glistening with sweat. Like I have said before I would rather watch her lose than any other player win.
Dale Jr has a decent car in New Hampshire, even leads a few laps. Adjustments get away from his Crew Chief, Tony Eury Jr, and he drops to tenth for a lot of the race. He tries to pit with only a few dozen laps left and the, small in stature and tiny in brains, Jamie McMurray plows into him like Mr. Magoo. He blames his spotter but I think maybe he should of been looking out that big piece of glass in front of him! Either way Dale ends up 24th.
So obviously Sundays are not going to be a good day off for me. Maybe you people could get through a Tuesday or Wednesday? Let me know which one you think you can handle.
The Cuervo is gone.
The coffee pot is empty.
The freezer pops are not solid yet.
All signs it’s time for me to go to bed before you realize without artificial stimulants I write just like every other blogger.
Dull and boring.
Yes I said it!
Sober written blogs with out the help of sugar and caffeine are dull. Believe it or not bloggers, we do not want to hear one more damn word about your friggin’ cat puking on your Oriental rug. Just shut off your computer and strangle the little menace like he deserves.
By the way we do not want you to commit bodily harm to your kids but guess what…..they are boring too!
I would understand if you would have had the foresight to have interesting kids like me and my friends but you didn’t. I would read your words if you were more selective about your pets and bought a dog like a good American, but again, you didn’t.
I could go on and on about the reasons I am great and other blogs are lacking but the last of the Cuervo is wearing off fast and I am becoming a mere mortal writer.
So before my secret is exposed…..have a good night and talk to you in the morning.
I know I am a little cranky about Wimbledon since Sharapova and Ivanovic got beat but has anyone seen the Williams sisters play?
They are the size of grizzly bears!
Do they know when people speak of “second serves” in tennis they don’t mean another trip through the buffet line at Golden Corral?
I read some where that one or both of the behemoths have clothing lines.
What are they called – “Bust-a-Seam”?
Come on ladies, put down your forks and take a walk. If i was one of those cute little Russian or Serb girls I would be frightened to play Venus or Serena for fear of being mistaken for a rack of lamb and digested during the cross over.
Thank our blessings, jumping over the night is no longer tradition or the quakes in China would be nothing compared to the landings in England.
HBO should be paying us to watch. “Ready to Rumble” is the best thing on the five HBO channels right now. It is an over the top comedy about pro wrestling that is funny the same way Moe poking out Larry’s eyes are funny. Which is to say I laughed my butt off the first twelve times I saw it but now it’s been on HBO like 458 times this week alone!
At least give us frontal nudity of an actress younger than 50 or a film where an Army guy blows stuff up. I don’t care if it is good, as long as the actress is hot or the Army guy wins in the end. Please just show me something that’s been on less than 48 times this week!
“Drinking and blogging” has replaced “drinking and dialing” as America’s favorite late night past time. It is not quite as fun but a whole lot less embarrassing the next day.
Except for the comments pointing out that your grammar resembled an unknown American Indian language only spoken in old John Wayne movies there really isn’t many repercussions from “drinking and blogging”. Besides if you get up real early, even with a hang over, you can delete the incoherent drivel you thought was a literary gem before even the earliest risers of the grammar police wake up.
Who cares what they think any way? I know what I meant. You know what I meant. We both agree I was too drunk to be making sense. So lets all just be happy you phone isn’t ringing at 3 AM like the old days.
Did you come here looking for marriage advice? You are looking in the wrong spot. Dave and I barely get through each and every day without getting in trouble for something we did or didn’t do. ClubHusband does have a “marriage advice” section but it is mostly us trying to be funny. There is nothing funnier to us than a guy asking us for advice.
Think about it. I live on a diet of coffee, tequila and freezer pops, while Dave is consumed by his quest to smoke the perfect beef brisket. This is not an example people should follow.
Marriage advice? Are you nuts? What do you want to hear? How I make her a cup of coffee everyday to be nice when in all actuality it is because I want the other 11 cups for myself? Do you want to know how Dave went fishing while she was in the hospital?
sure for the casual observer we look brilliant but…………
Hey now that I think about it, considering our actions, we must be geniuses to get away with the stuff we get away with.
In that case ask us anything we are here for you!