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same_skyWhat's going on with all the fish in inappropriate places lately? Is there a new wave of fish-lovers that I just don't know about? I like me a good deep-fried fish sandwich as much as the next person--that's what Steak & Shake is for, as far as I'm concerned--but Arby's? I went through the drive-through last night and they had huge signs up announcing how excited they were about their new fish sandwich, and also how you could win a trip to Iceland. I would actually really like to go to Iceland but I didn't notice that part until after I had to pull forward, please, so I don't know to what lengths I must go to win said trip. Probably eat one of their fish sandwiches. What the heck does fish have to do with roast beef, I'd like to know? But no, I wouldn't blog about something like that, under normal circumstances, but.. the sign at another fast-food restaraunt advertised their fish as well, and it's that one I can't live with. Kentucky Fried Chicken is peddling fish now? What on earth is the world coming to? It kind of reminds me of all the Chinese buffets that have frozen chicken nuggets and onion rings languishing on one side, for the picky eater in your life.
Something else I would like to know is why, after you carefully prepare your cutting remarks and defensive arguments and explanations, why does no one ever give you an excuse to use them? But if you don't, they will catch you unaware every time? Not that I'm complaining, really, but my doctor bitched at me without warning during my last appointment (you think I haven't noticed that I'm not Kate Moss, lady?) and so I had an arsenal of cutting remarks that I probably wouldn't have used anyway at my disposal, and she didn't say a word. Hmph.
My husband totally owes me. I would tell you what I will tell him he owes me but I try to pretend that I'm a polite, good-natured innocent person who would never insist on rewards for doing a beloved spouse a favor. Since I love him so much, I drove through the middle of town at rush hour to pick up his FedEx package. (I was gone two hours this morning. Guess when those lovely people came to leave a note on the door? Bleh!) I was going to take my reward in a financial sense and stop at JoAnn's, which is on that side of town, but in the end, I didn't feel like fighting traffic anymore and took the easy way home. Also, I have bigger plans for my next crafting purchase, and that won't be at JoAnn's with the sucky supply of basically every single craft I'm interested in. Nope, tomorrow, it's just gonna be me, my wallet and the Stitch Niche. If I can talk M into it. Hence, driving across town to pick up his package. He just called and asked if I had picked it up yet, and I told him that no, I had decided that we could wait until Monday. That was really funny. He was sputtering into the phone in utter disbelief--the package contains the video card with which we will hopefully fix his computer, and until it gets here, he's stuck with the backup. I should have let him think that until he got home in two hours. I am really a bad wife sometimes.
Something else I would like to know is why, after you carefully prepare your cutting remarks and defensive arguments and explanations, why does no one ever give you an excuse to use them? But if you don't, they will catch you unaware every time? Not that I'm complaining, really, but my doctor bitched at me without warning during my last appointment (you think I haven't noticed that I'm not Kate Moss, lady?) and so I had an arsenal of cutting remarks that I probably wouldn't have used anyway at my disposal, and she didn't say a word. Hmph.
My husband totally owes me. I would tell you what I will tell him he owes me but I try to pretend that I'm a polite, good-natured innocent person who would never insist on rewards for doing a beloved spouse a favor. Since I love him so much, I drove through the middle of town at rush hour to pick up his FedEx package. (I was gone two hours this morning. Guess when those lovely people came to leave a note on the door? Bleh!) I was going to take my reward in a financial sense and stop at JoAnn's, which is on that side of town, but in the end, I didn't feel like fighting traffic anymore and took the easy way home. Also, I have bigger plans for my next crafting purchase, and that won't be at JoAnn's with the sucky supply of basically every single craft I'm interested in. Nope, tomorrow, it's just gonna be me, my wallet and the Stitch Niche. If I can talk M into it. Hence, driving across town to pick up his package. He just called and asked if I had picked it up yet, and I told him that no, I had decided that we could wait until Monday. That was really funny. He was sputtering into the phone in utter disbelief--the package contains the video card with which we will hopefully fix his computer, and until it gets here, he's stuck with the backup. I should have let him think that until he got home in two hours. I am really a bad wife sometimes.
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Date: 2005-02-11 11:09 pm (UTC)(I added you to my friends list. I hope you don't mind! I love your journal entries, and you crack me up!)
~Mel
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Date: 2005-02-11 11:46 pm (UTC)You sound like my kind of wife!
Erm.
You sound like the kind of wife my husband has!
I blame it on their Swedishness ;-)
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