First, before I forget, as I am so, so, so very prone to do – have you entered the contest? If not…you know what? I’m not going to nag you. I’ve mentioned it repeatedly. I’ve offered multiple links. If you don’t want to enter, I can’t make you. Maybe some people just have enough disposable income that they don’t need any stinkin’ $50 Amazon gift certificate. Who am I to judge?
Now, on to the rest of the story. (I hope someone besides Bill gets that reference.) Anyway, I’m feeling snarky. Do you hear me? SNARKY! (Spell check says I can’t possibly feel snarky since snarky isn’t even a real word. Oh ho ho, Spell Check, get intarwebz savvy already.) For every single thing I hear, I have a snide remark to offer in return. I offer this as proof:
Tricia: Beebee. :points at tarantula photo:
Me: No, kid, that’s actually a tarantula, but hey, who needs vocabulary when you’re cute, right?
Who snarks on their infant?! WHO DOES THAT?!?! Me, apparently. I have many, many other examples of my current snarkiness, but I’m too ashamed to share them here. And really? How bad do they have to be that I won’t share them with y’all?
Pretty damn bad is right. But who are you to judge me? :scowl:
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