Yesterday I vacuumed, mopped, did the dishes, and put Zoe down. Afterwards I was listening to Maxwell while
adding stuff onto my wish lists. I tell you: I'm feelin the Maxwell. The hubs however H.A.T.E.S. him. Whatever.
Jealousy. Just cuz he can sing higher notes than you and has a body like plaDOW to go with it, don't hate. And my
husband can hit the high notes...just not as well as he thinks he can. I mean it's like I think he cut off his scrotum sacs
because it's so deafning at times. He honestly believes that he can go on American Idol and make it to Hollywood.
I support you like a double D bra babe. I just really think you should tape and hear yourself singing first before you
make the decision. Plus, you too O.L.D. As in:
O ldddddddddd
L oser you're old
D amn you're old
I love you. You're an American Idol in my book. I mean who else does the running man to the Pororo theme song?
On a different note, I think my family is pretty funny. The older sister just laughs at the rest of us cause we're retarded.
She's probably secrety writing a book at how retarded her sisters are but I think Vietnam sister has already started
that. Speaking of funny, the Vietnam sister (which in ranking is sister number 3. I'm 2.) is coming to visit tomorrow.
She's funny. She's the one that was reading Zoe the US Magazine article about Heidi and Spencer. She told me this
story about how there was a mouse in her apartment and she tried to jump on furniture to get away from it but
instead she rammed into her furniture. I laughed just thinking about it just now. She makes funny requests sometimes
since she's overseas. Like this one: She'll email me photos, tell me what to write on them, asks me to frame them, and
then give it to my mother. I forgot to give it to my dear mother for mother's day so she's going have to deliver this
crap herself when she sees her. I'm sure mom will be thrilled.
To deprive my mother of this gift all these months...I'm so ashamed.
:: 06.22.09 :: Laundry basket
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