I'm a Wild n' Crazy Gal

Sign sign, everywhere a sign..

How's your humpday so far?

I'm a little pooped myself after having tackled the grocery store last night. I used my stimulus check and went wild, buying frivolous items like econo-sized packs of toilet paper, the extra large bag of dog food and shampoo.

Never let it be said that Mahala doesn't know how to live it up.

I remember when gettin' all wild and crazy meant taking the Aqua Net to my tiger striped hair before a night out at the metal bar, ending up with me taking a cab home at the wee hours of the morning after a wild n' freaky night with some long-haired, head banging mama's boy from the band.

Now.. I get giddy when I save a buck on toothpaste with double coupons.

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The Cutie Patootie called me this morning to let me know he'd be here three days next week to fill in for Lulu while she's on vacation. I didn't tell ya'll did I? Both Lulu and Bubbles are going to be gone to the beach next week (not together.) This may or may not have something to do with my mood and extreme home sickness for the Virginia coast the past couple of weeks.

Anywho, so at least the Patootie will be here, with his over six foot tallness, his dark hair and baby blues. I'll have someone halfway normal to talk and joke around with. It'll be a nice change from the normal funeral parlor atmosphere this place has taken on.

Too bad he's still got that Barbie doll wife.

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Ah well. I should probably go sell some stuff so that Bossman might grace me with a grunt of approval.

I love my job.

Ya'll have a good one. Later Taters.