Even though I don’t blog as much as I used to I think all the time.
Mostly it’s “What the hell was I thinkin’?”
Like just now on Twitter I was just about to “like” a tweet about how boring the Super Bowl was.
Now I didn’t watch the Super Bowl. I don’t know anything about football and I couldn’t care less whether it was a nail biter or a snooze fest.
I will say that from looking at the pictures of Adam Levine’s tattoos on TV today it reignited my long time wish to get a tattoo of that “Keep On Truckin'” guy above my right eye.
Speaking about getting old.
(See what I did there? I pretended that I was speaking about getting old to show you that one of the things about getting old is that your brain turns to swiss cheese.)
I couldn’t remember Adam Levine’s name (I had to google it) and yet I watch Jeopardy every night and get a lot of the questions right. It’s a swiss cheese mystery.
Another thing I think about is that people are always complaining that my dog bites them when they come to my house.
Now I don’t think I’ve ever made a secret of it.
Some people just can’t take it.
My friend Jeffrey wouldn’t get off the elevator because Debbie was snarling at him AND HE WANTED ME TO PRINT SOMETHING OUT FOR HIM!
He chose to go out in the cold and walk 2 blocks rather than risk confronting this little dog.
I should have put a pack of cigarettes next to her to show how small she is.
And some people who she actually likes and treats fairly nicely make a big deal over any little thing.
For instance my nephew Mark who only got bitten when he went to the bathroom which everyone knows Debbie hates, made a big deal out of her eating a hot dog on his dress coat.
Look, she likes who she likes i.e. my doorman
Last week my friend Sherry mentioned that she was reading one of Julie’s books and she couldn’t stop laughing.
I won’t tell you her last name because you will be so disappointed in me for being friends with someone who is constantly putting shit on Facebook like:
“Share if you love your mother”
Anyway I hadn’t read it for quite a few years so I decided to download it to my book machine.
I have to say I laughed out loud.
The only other book that made me laugh out loud was the one about the spy who couldn’t sleep. I only laughed 2 times in it but I’m not a laugher.
Julie’s book is a laugh riot. You should read it.
I say that even if it does make me and my sisters look like a bunch of losers which we probably are.
Tune in next week when I discuss my interview with Jay Z.
(does anyone know Jay Z?)
Who keeps giving Debbie hot dogs? Most veterinarians would be appalled. Call me Pisher. (I worship Debbie!)
Does Jay Z still live across the street? Adore the picture with Victor! Miss you all! Liz xoxo
I don’t know. He hasn’t called me.
I really miss you.
PS – LOVED Julie’s book, too! I’m going to read it again because my brain be swiss cheese, too!
Julie’s Please Excuse My Daughter was my introduction to the Smith Klam clan after I met Julie on Twitter. I loved it, am a fan, and have now read Julie’s collected works. She makes me laugh in person, in posts, and in books. I love her and her witty ways. As to Debbie and biting? I think that would scare me as well. Maybe your doorman would volunteer to protect me. x.
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