We won't stop until we have underpants!
You owe me $330.
Because of your supreme lack of intelligence in putting your clippings in a plastic bag (Who collects grass clippings in a plastic bag? ) and your incredible negligence in letting said plastic bag make it's way into the right lane of the aforementioned avenue, you have cost me $330.
Because your mother effing bag was in the middle of the road in the middle of a torrential rainstorm and I ran over it. It then proceeded to wedge under my back right tire, locking my wheel from turning.
I have never seen so many idiot lights on my dash light up at once. It was like a Christmas tree. ABS! Low Traction!!! Service Engine Soon!!!!
Lucky for your lame ass, I was able to limp my car 500 feet to a side street, get soaked getting out of the car in the pouring rain (black bra under a light print shirt and the pouring rain--not a good idea) to assess the situation and back my car off of your damn plastic garbage bag of clippings.
I thought I was in the clear as the lights on my dash turned off and the car performed OK the rest of the way home and on the way to pick up Chunky.
But I knew there was something amiss when the next morning I went to back out of the driveway and there was a great grinding noise emanating from my back wheel.
Now I'm out $330 to have the drums on my back wheels replaced (because you have to replace them both at the same time--not just one!). Thanks Jackass.
What a Friday the 13th this has been.
The town of West Orange is now on my shitlist. I don't care that you're named after a directional color or that Thomas Edison died there (Did you know he also lived in Michigan? I've been to Port Huron before. They aren't all braggy brag about To-Ed living there like West Orange seems to be. Weird.). You and your plastic-trash-bag-littering-citizens are dead to me.
I finished my water bottle sweat sock, but for the life of me, I can't freaking find it!
I put it on top of my knitting bag that I take to work with me the night I finished it. The next morning--gone! What the hell?
I'll bet the Underpants Gnomes have a splinter group working for them.
Speaking of underpants and gnomes that steal them, I'm starting a new meme. Why? Because I can dammit. I spent $330 on a wet bag of grass--don't question me!
But this is a meme with a twist. It's a photo meme. Sort of like the old Blogstalking that used to go on.
Maybe this has been done before, but I want to see your sock drawer where you keep your handknit socks (which is also where I keep my underpants, but don't let the gnomes know that).
(That's vintage Michigan State University dorm furniture if you're interested.)
Ah so pretty. I wish I could take credit for them all, but the green ones are the Potomamamai that Cooknknit made me.
I'm tagging four people: Karen, Cpurl, Rebel/Zuma (because she's new to the blogging scene and I don't think has been tagged before--I wanna be her first!) and Kay.
All you gotta do is post a picture of your sock drawer. If you don't knit socks, that's OK, I'm still nosey. I still want to see your socks. Then go ahead and tag however many people whose sock drawers you want to see. Not tagging is perfectly acceptable. But I must warn you though that the last person who broke this chain ran over a plastic bag of grass clippings in the rain or they went bald. I can't remember. Do you really want that to happen?
Finally, I'll leave you on this abysmal Friday the 13 with the latest blossom from my pot garden. No potato pics today. I still took one today, but it was becoming boring blog fodder.
Behold the sunflower instead!