I hate it when I get sucked into watching baseball, which I love but hardly watch because I get such an emotional reaction to it. Especially when we lose, like we did last night. When really we shouldn't have lost and somebody should be handing out glasses to the umps. Now that's a novelty for the Metrodome. Clown-sized Ump glasses for the Fans. A subtle yet not so subtle message to the Umps. Feel free to send your royalties to me.
I'm also waiting for the check that I should be getting from the people who start my idea of Special Olympus Fashion Week. Fashionable Designs for the medically challenged. DKNY bags to cover your leg catheter bag. A Louis Vuitton for the evening catheter bag. (Both of which I've sported at one time or another - thank you for the TMI, right?) Hello Kitty inhalers with matching Fanny Packs. Neon colored vaccinations in psychadelic syringes. Cartoon designed ones for the kiddies with green ooze colored vaccines! (You'd show those hanging out of the arms of the Special Olympus Fasion Week Supermodels. Right below the rubber band vein popping things covered with bling)
See? Genius! Where's my check?
I should be sitting in Silversmithing class right now. If the phone rings, I'm going to answer it with a tired & scratchy voice and fake like I'm sick.
Seriously, this would be my third (I think, could be fourth dealing with just silver) silversmithing class and why I can't ever remember that they're too scientific and less artistic, is beyond me. Silversmithing is where all the Art Nerds go.
Speaking of Art Nerds. I really need to fire up the kiln and make me some glass beads.
Just so you know, it's a good thing that I'm NOT diabetic because last night (and I'm about to make a confession here) I got tanked on one (Seriously: 1) glass of wine (Red Truck Red Table Wine - Go For It) and finished off the damn pumpkin marble cheesecake. Of course, there were only two pieces left because I'd been finishing it off with out the excuse of being tanked on wine, all afternoon long. I think Thor got on leetle eety beety piece. Thankfully I'd had the forethought to give Dick several pieces to last him the weekend (and if I know Dick like I think I do, Dick finished those off before I turned the corner on my way home) AND I dropped off several more pieces at the Frame Shop. Thereby avoiding Death by Cheesecake.
Thor and I will be driving to a little eyeglass store today. He came home with 4 frames that they kindly loaned to him so he could get a second opinion on some new glasses. Hoo boy! One pair he puts on makes him look like a guy named Morey. With nose hair down to his lip and pants up to his nipples. That's the pair I want him to get! "Hey Morey! You want some cheesecake?"
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