Holy crappers, people o’ the internets! I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so many comments on single post. Not even on any of the naughtier, sexier posts!
That settles it: this blog is going to become all banana, all the time. I wonder if there is some way to combine the topics of bananas and sex? Hmmmm…
nah.
Anyway, I’m posting to say I won’t be posting much until the middle of next week because my mom is here (she’s actually passed out on the couch next to me - I’m blogging DANGEROUSLY!) and we’ll be doing fun mom/daughter type things like shopping for clothes and commenting how I should really lose some weight.
We did that today, actually. We were at the mall for over 9 hours. 9 HOURS, PEOPLE! AT A MALL! WITH MY MOTHER!!! Recoil at the horror. My feet are killing me. However, mom did buy me some nice clothes, and a comfortable pair of sandals, as the pair I was wearing was 3 years old, worn out, and might have been wearing a hole in my heel.
Ouch, my feet hurt. My new ones are Born. With the little dots above the “o.” Ooooooo…comfy!
Anyway, friday we were going to go to the new Coke Museum but holy ripoff, it’s $14 per person to go see what is basically a big happy coke commercial. Whatever we do, it’s not going to involve so much walking.
Ouch.
See you next week, peoples.
Re: Bananas and Sex
Here’s a link for you:
http://terrorlynn.livejournal.com/251789.html
Missing you already–congrats on the new clothes & sandals. (Of course you know they’re not free. You’re “paying” for them in a more subtle way.)
Coke is never a ripoff. Never.
Ok… I’ve been a son of Michigan my entire life. Give me a Vernor’s museum any day of the week.
Hee hee… reading from home so the evil watchdog software won’t keep me from commenting!
One more thing to do with bananas (no, not that)… slice into the intact banana lengthwise (skin and all) and stuff it with little marshmallows, PB, chocolate chips, nutella, and whatever other lovely things you can think of, wrap it in foil and toss it on the leftover coals while you’re eating your grilled supper. Best cookout dessert (after smores) ever!
I have Born sandals…so comfy!