i'm pretty sure i consulted with someone on the phone about that last post, it may have been my idea but it wasn't something i wanted to make a big deal over. except, well, yes, apparently i did. i mean, i was incredibly obsessed and conflicted about being obsessed. also, i'm convinced this conversation took place (i am not making this up) under my dining room table. um. yeah. acoustics? hm. note to self: stick with the beer. the beer does not sneak up on a person and ambush them like that wine. wine is like weak, red tequila. we don't do tequila here anymore, and we won't be red wining anymore either.
ok anyway, where was i? just realizing i'm drinking coffee out of a cup decorated with elephants in red and white striped jackets with blue vests, jumping up and down waving go - go - go - gop signs. my son came and sat on my lap and informed me that when he grows up, he will be able to say bad words like the f word, the a word, and the k word. the k word?
life's nice and surreal, isn't it? it's supposed to be raining dammit. it is in las vegas! how do i know this? *sigh* it would be one of the messages i left on the phone spree, returning the call. see? it wasn't all bad. um. what?
i need cheese.
next time you're drunk you can use me as your drunk dial. I'm used to it. I get at least one a week. I mumble funny things in my sleep. :oP
teach me the 'k' word, please?
Mmmm. Corn dogs. The fair was just here in town, too. Of course, wandering around the fair, drunk off your butt, eating the kind of food they pass out there would probably have been....less than pretty. But just think of the pics you could have gotten from that.
OMG! I just got to your site via Pizza Dreaming and LOVE the SpongeBob SquarePants layout! I love that show, even though I don't have kids. Does that make me weird? Hmm..maybe I shouldn't admit that in public around people I don't know. Too late!
While the idea of a drunken conversation is infinitely appealing to me...I'm afraid I would only giggle uncontrollably, and I would not have the excuse of being drunk to blame it on.
I don't think I ever mentioned, though, that it was lovely talking to you a few weeks ago, even though it was brief. hahahaha.
livelifelove,
Lainie - the phonaphobe.
Mmmm... cheese.... *drool*
too much cheese = constipation
I'm so honored that I was one of the phone calls last night. I'm dedicating November's calendar to you. I'm sorry I called you so early, It just freaked me out to see a text message on my phone (I never get those) and compounded with the fact that you and Kurtwood starred in my dreams last night.....well, I had a moment.
exsqueeze me.
*sniff*
i love cheese. perhaps too much.
Edam, Camembert, Brie, with crackers, ma'am? Or perhaps after red wine, a little Limburger?
(snort)
Good for you, my friend! You should be proud of your success and it shouldn't take being tipsy to free you to be so.
i had to make do. blue cheese dressing (or bleu, or whatever) on the last of the salad. and now i'm going to have a corn dog i think. and a big glass of water.
I ate a bowl of (melted) velveeta once in a drunken stupor. I really paid for that for like a week afterwards. I love cheese. mmm cheese, but it didn't love my colon that week.
By the way, by the sound of that post, you're not giggling in fits of laughter at words like limit and road are you? Rowad, rowad! Limmit Limmit!
Peeeeeeeeeetza. Damn, now it's too much sleep!
You were under the table, and the table was beautiful, and your stats are well earned, and I had to stop you from registering jadedju.com. That's all I remember.
I ought to give you my phone number, kd. That ought to be interesting. Me on my migraine meds, you drunk? We'd have the most incomprehensible conversations this side of... well... anything.
But they'd make sense to us!
hmmm...my phone was home and I was not...hence a message that says something to the effect of "this is KD, I'm calling you from under the dining room table."
so intriguing.
no more wine for kd.
call me, kd, call me! next time you're in the mood for phone calls, that is. phone # coming by email. :o]
be careful what you wish for ...
oops--too late now! [um, about that password...?]
Hey, wait... did we ever find out what the k word was?