Tonight I called to check on Mama and Daddy. Daddy assured me that he is fit as a fiddle, and Mama gave me a run-down of all the latest family happenings.
Then she said, “So. What do you have going on this week?”
And while I actually have several things going on this week – things like helping with an event at church, working, ingesting some sort of live typhoid fever vaccine, participating in a conference call about the Uganda trip, shuttling the little man hither and yon, recording a podcast, screaming my head off during the State / Kentucky basketball game tomorrow night, continuing my diplomatic outreach efforts in China and parts of Russia by sending random citizens eight-piece Popeye’s fried chicken dinners (mild, hold the sides, extra biscuits) via FedEx because FRIED CHICKEN, IT BUILDS BRIDGES AND NOT WALLS – here are the first two things that popped in my mind when Mama asked about my plans:
1) Tomorrow after lunch I’m going to go somewhere ALL BY MYSELF and buy a gigantor cup of coffee and do nothing but catch up on email for two – lo, MAYBE EVEN THREE – hours and ohmysweetmercifulgoodness it’s going to be heaven.
and
2) Um, AMERICAN IDOL COMES ON THIS WEEK!
Y’all.
Email and TV.
That’s all I could think of.
Apparently I must have missed the memo informing me that I AM NO LONGER FOURTEEN.
I mean, how can you even bear to be in the bloggy presence of such dignified sophistication?
Stick around long enough, and I may even change into a t-shirt that matches my flannel pajama bottoms.
However, I cannot make any promises.
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In case it needs to be spelled out,
SOPHIE-tication!!! ;)
I hope i never have to go long without reading your blawg…you make my day!
um, lest i become really annoying what I really meant to type was SOPHIES-tication…..um, sorry.
It really says something about my life, that I CANNOT WAIT FOR AMERICAN IDOL TO START. Dang it, my 3 year olds’ TV show ended…there goes my email time! Have fun with yours!
Two words…GO CATS!
Sorry, you lost me after the THREE HOURS BY YOURSELF!!! Three hours in which one can read a whole blog post without being interrupted. Or write a whole blog post without having to stop and tend to someone eles’s needs. Sigh… sounds like heaven on earth.
I’m still in pj’s and its noon. Oh well. Go Ky Wildcats……whoo hoo!
GO BIG BLUE!!!
and bring on the Fried Chicken!
I always wear a tee shirt that matches my PJ bottoms. It’s part of my OCD. :D
Just found your blog from 5 minutes for mom. Thanks for the grins. Come visit heartofwisdom.com/blog we are having a Weekly Blog Giveaway.
OH! I forgot about American Idol! Thanks for the reminder!
while chicken and biscuits are very important to world peace…American Idol…well…be still my heart…can hardly wait! and I’m a reversed 14…
Yippee for AI!
I made the brownies. I did. I am now popular. Thank you.
Of course you aren’t 14. I don’t know if you knew this, but the teens? They don’t email. They text and IM. They only email old people. It is true. And sad. I love email, so be it.
Priorities! Life is all about the little things.
YESSSSS!!!! I thought I was the only middle-aged child who all but LIVED for American Idol each year! I couldn’t care less about television until it starts!
I’m catching up on your blog and watching American Idol at the same time. I’m a multi-tasker like that.
I looked down at my attire and I’m wearing pink plaid flannel bottoms and a grey 2000 Old Navy Flag $5 tee. Life is good!
Yay for American Idol. Between that and a new season of Surivor getting ready to kick off, I’m in quality TV heaven.
Just so you know I would so eat fried chicken with you in my pjs. All I can say is thank God we don’t have to post live and in person or you wouldn’t be hearing from me much.
Btw, I’m waiting for you to post some major angst about the writers contract getting canceled and all shows in toilet. Arg.
Just thought I’d give you a heads up about the typhoid vaccine – when I took it, on each day I took the pill, I felt like I had to flu. I was achy, feverish, and only wanted to sleep. Hopefully your experience won’t be this way, but just thought you might want to know.
I mean really, is there anything that says elegance like flannel pajamas and a tshirt that doesn’t match. I’m glad it’s not just me wearing this glamorous uniform. I’d feel bad for all the other run-down mama’s who are losing out on such high fashion.
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