25 July 2007


My neighbor sent this silly little forward to me, and it is seriously the funniest thing I've heard in a while. Perhaps not surprising since I've spent the past three days with myself and the crankopotamus (who is feeling better, but far from 100% yet).

Men are like fine wine.They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2030, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.

I love my neighbor, she helps keep me sane. I think I do the same for her. There are days when you just have to say fuck and I'm glad I can have someone to call who will listen and agree with me and not be offended by my occasional potty mouth as she has one too. And it's nice to have someone who doesn't mind hanging out in pajamas with you if your baby hasn't let you put clothes on yet that morning. And we'll call if we're off to the store to see if the other needs anything. When my mother-in-law is here next week, she seriously suggested some code of dishtowels out the window or something for when I need her to call with some "emergency" that she needs me to come over and help with. Can you ask for a better neighbor? She rocks. Here's a pic of our girls reading together. We plan to raise them to be nerds and all into books and stuff like we were as kids.

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