I had that last night about a question regarding No Doubt. I knew Gwen Stefani, I knew Tony Kanal, but the other two just wouldn't give it up. It was facepalm-worthy for sure, I mean I was mildly obsessed with them a few years ago, and even knew that the lead guitarist (Tom Dumont), when drunk, inhabits an alter-ego known only as "The Douche", and that the drummer (Adrian Young) is naked most of the time. True story.
It might have been the white-chocolate martini Melissa bought me.
No matter, we still pulled 2nd place at Geeks Who Drink! Go us!
Just once, I'd love to take a photo that doesn't make me look like I'm trying not to projectile vomit
I'm looking forward to a 3-day weekend, although I won't see much of my child, social butterfly that she is, but it's just as well, as it gives me a chance to make more bowls for my Etsy shop.
I've decided what those bowls need are clever names and descriptions to class up my act; it may be boring that all I have right now is 2 bowls, one pink and one blue in some sort of weird baby-themed-only-not-really color scheme, but one now has an Elvis movie title, and the other has a line from a deeply violent movie that I love.
So there.
I'm not sure I should tell people this, but I taught The Child to say "Why do *I* have to be Mr. Pink?" when she was 3.
Have a wonderful weekend, faithful readers, I'll see you Tuesday!
2 comments:
You do not look like you are going to projectile vomit... just so you know!
The beauty of having small children is to teach them to do things like that... right?
Totally. :)
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