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Some Things Friday #23

You know you've been dying for me to resurrect the Some Things Friday lists permanently. Yes, you. I suppose since I want to maintain the love and adoration you have for me I should do what you ask once in a while. Do not beg, it's not cute.

Some Things I Love:

Sour cherry pie with ice cream. Stop drooling. I had it. You didn't. The jealousy must end.

Growing out my hair. ...Wait, do I love that? I love the idea of it...but the process? Eehhhhh...

Harp music. Shut up. It's my list. Anything with a harp in it sounds nice, doesn't it?

The place where the husband and I will be taking an impromptu 3-day trip next weekend:

Some Things I Hate:

Getting on a plane. And taking off in the plane. Flying in the plane. Looking out the airplane window. Going down in the plane. Oh, and hitting the runway in the plane. Yeah, I know that last one is a good sign and all, but I still don't have to love it.

Paying bills. Pffft. I don't think we should have to do anything we don't make children do. If this theory were to apply, then we wouldn't have to pay bills, go to work, pick up dog puke or brush our own hair. Ew.

People who slurp their soup. NO SOUP SLURPERS! Ban the soup slurpers! They should be tied up in a room with no windows and have to listen to a constant slurping sound as punishment. That doesn't sound too harsh, does it?

The word "crunk". I'm all for fun slang and all, but that one just doesn't do anything for me.

Some Things I Am Confused About:

As documented, this Katie-and-Tom thing really grosses me out. I just don't understand it. Perhaps Katie's departure from her good-girl image in "Pieces of April" was what got him interested. I mean, come on:

I can totally see it, can't you?

Why haven't I heard anyone else talk about how the Lost girl ("Kate") is on a LoveLines commercial? Hasn't anyone else noticed this??? You know, one of those late night commercials with the girl sitting on a couch smiling sweetly yet seductively? That's her! I'm guessing it was done before her "big break". Come on, people, tell me I'm not the only one who sees this.

Why our puppy, Lucy, absolutely without a doubt HAS NO CHOICE but to wait for the other dog to pee and then pee directly on top of it. Is she trying to mask the scent so no other women come after her man? Is she trying to dominate? Just being a freak? What?

What. The. Hell. Happened on Alias last night? I was all cocky watching it thinking, "okay, they've shocked me with season-enders before...but come ON what can they do anymore now?" Ummm...note to self: You will always be left with an open mouth and no air at the season ending of Alias. Always. The end. Thank you. If you watched it, too, tell me where YOU think the writers are going with this one. Personally, I think they just say "how can we jack it all up at the end and then spend the whole summer actually figuring out WHAT THE HELL we're doing with it?"

Some Things Friday #22

Some Things I Love:

My new IPEX bra. It's The Shit. No doubt about it. It almost makes it worth going into Vickie Sssshh and risk getting hassled by 20 different sales girls.

Nestle Pure Life flavored water in Lime. Not as exciting as a bra, I know.

Office Space, which happens to be on tv right now.

Frozen margaritas with salt at the Mexican Restaurant across the street, which is NOT skimpy with the liquor, if you know what I mean. I was so giggly afterward, my husband said "you know, you're the only person who could get an award and your picture taken in there as the first person to puke from one drink".

Some Things I Hate:

Email Depression. You know, with modern technology and all, it's easy to get hooked on the instant gratification of emails. I have my gmail up all day at work, downsized so I can see the toolbar and the little (2) or (5) or NOTHING that indicates how many new messages I have. When I go for more than half an hour with no messages, I feel weird.

That the neighbor who just had a baby a few weeks ago is already probably back to wearing smaller pants than me.

The smell of cigars. Pew.

The smell of my husband's bathroom. Pew.

Some Things I am Confused About:

Why don't you ever see the guys that move the roadkill to the side of the road? When does this happen?

Okay, is Britney going to expose her child to the finer things in life? - like shoes, food that doesn't come out of a bag and is covered with cheese-flavored powder, and the importance of grooming?

Did someone really think THIS would prompt me to purchase one of these?

That when I discover the oldest dog has ransacked an entire bathroom trashcan and every disgusting thing in it, he is thoroughly berated and humiliated because of the incident. Yet when I woke up yesterday morning and my husband started freaking out when he came back in the bedroom because of what the baby dog did, we took one look at the little face and said "awww...she didn't know." Something there doesn't seem very fair. Oh, what did she do? Hmmm...this is better left to visual example: