Tuesday's Bitch

It's Tuesday, the day I get to be a snarky, contankerous ole' bitch all because of  Zgirl! I know, really when have I ever needed an excuse? Still, I feel somehow validated when it's an actual theme. If you want to join in the fun hop on over and link up at the Think Tank.

Dear Blogger,

 

What the hell? For some reason, people who I've been following since I started blogging (I know...forevaaaahhh like a whole 4 months and I'm going to hang myself if I don't reach 100 followers soon, would paying people to follow me seem desperate?) are suddenly getting dropped from my reading list and I'm not following them anymore even though I haven't done anything to unfollow them. What the hell is going on?

I pay damn good money to have my words of wisdom bullshit posted on your server. Okay maybe not, but still. It's happened at least 7 or 8 times over the past several weeks, I'll be reading along when all of a sudden I'll think "Oh, so and so hasn't updated in a long time" only to discover they're not on my list anymore. When I go to their site apparently I'm not following them anymore either. Ohhh the horror of it all. And then I cry.

I expect my public apology any time now. You hear that google fuckers? These people have important shit to say that I must read.

Threatening to move to wordpress.

DualMom

Dear Scales,

I know, I know, I know shutupalready.

This weekend involved these*.

And plates of these.....(yes, they're being cooked in about a half pound of butter shutyourface)

And 4 cheese lasagne with garlic bread. Let's not forget we ate chocolate silk pie for desert....at breakfast. Apps included potato chips with dip (mmmmmm dip) chocolate, cheese and crackers. I'm sure the jugs of crantinis didn't contain a whole lot of calories.

We did manage a walk at 10:30 at night, in snow past our knees, drunk. It seemed like a good idea at the time. No one ever accused us of being wise dear scale.

I thought for sure you would betray me in much the same way I have betrayed you this week. But you didn't. You didn't budge, and for that I'd like to french kiss you.

*If you've never had these let me know, I'll send you the recipe. They are potstickers and they are one of the bestest things to eat in the whole world. Especially when made and consumed in the company of good friends with jugs and jugs and crantinis.

Despite the perception my blog portrays, I do do other things besides drink and eat with my friends.