Eat your heart out, Fergie.
“My junk! My junk! My lovely, manly bumps!” — Eddie wearing nothing but a towel in the living room.
I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
“My junk! My junk! My lovely, manly bumps!” — Eddie wearing nothing but a towel in the living room.
Since everyone is most likely tired of my whining about my grandmother’s ever spreading cancer (<sarcasm>woohoo! We found out yesterday it’s reached the brain too! I think it’s hit every major organ in her body!</sarcasm>), I present to you the 10,000 kinds of awesome that is this Youtube video.
We’re driving Eddie to work this morning, and the song Black Hole Sun comes on. Eddie sings the first line and then says, “I’ve decided that my superpower is the ability to sing the first line of many, many, MANY songs.”
“But nothing else,” I say. “And sometimes even that doesn’t go right.”
“But when that happens, at least I can make something up that sounds ok,” he replies. “You’re just jealous of my powers. Are you on the list?“
Things you don’t want your husband to say in the morning:
“I’m really sorry I almost ripped your nipple off last night while you were asleep.”
The Ed McBride thought for today is:
Don’t get your snatch caught in your zipper!
*shudder*
