Your public grows impatient for the new blog.
First, I had no idea I had a public. Second, I guess this means I should get some "people" so I can have them contact your people. Or perhaps my people could unpack for me...and blog for me...and cook for me...Really if I could just get my people to do everything except sleep for me that would be great.
This just in: I'm taking applications for "people". If you are interested in mundane work for no pay, send your resumes to my inbox. I'll have my people get back to you.
In the meantime, I'll show you what my people have been up to.
They bought a house. They couldn't be bothered to put sheets on the two twin mattresses they pushed together so I could sleep there. As a side note, they didn't bother to make sure the mattresses were the same height either. Where is the King when you need him? It's so hard to get good people.
hairless husband. Hey, why am I up taking pictures while he's sleeping? Shouldn't he be working? It might be time for a fresh waxing to remind him who is boss.
While I feel that my time could have been better spent obsessively checking my Facebook, Twitter, Blog and current Buffalo Bills news, the local Internet provider disagreed and didn't show up until this week. While I waited for my precious Internet, I set up my bed room. You can ooh and aah at my lack of curtains/bedskirt. Whatever, who needs those things when you have six extra bedspreads laying around your bedroom floor? I'm calling it "Clutter Chic" and it's awesome.
You are free to be super impressed by me. I know I am.
Oh wait, stop, don't look in there.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Or his spectacular photography skills.
That's better. Now no one can see
my mess the "Clutter Chic" motif that I've decorated my new garage with.
the list" this picture is proof that I'm letting myself go. Note the unwashed hair under the dirty hat. Also the unplucked eyebrows that are so out of control I had to use styling gel to keep them from hanging in my eyes. Finally, the piece de resistance, a cold sore on my lip. I'm a hot mess. YES! GOAL ACHIEVED.
Don't be jealous of my hotness. A lot of Doritos and stress went into this look.