Yeah, it’s Friday.
I kinda wish it was Wednesday. Jen leaves a bottle of whiskey out for Wednesday posts. *sigh* I’ll have to make due with a bottle of strawberry Zinfandel. It’d take a bottle, too.
So, Jen’s off with the hubby doing things I likely don’t want to think about, and I’m here, hijacking her blog. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it, right?
What should we talk about today, then? I could talk politics, but I always have issues with being a Canadian talking about American politics. In public, anyway.
We could talk about crab fishing, but honestly, I don’t really follow the Deadliest Catch, I’m more a Dirty Jobs kinda girl. Of course, that likely says a lot about me…
I could tell you about my dog…but it would require four-letter words, some of which I don’t know. This is something Jen and I DEFinitely have in common. Her dogs make her insane, and mine does too. The difference? Mine’s a freakin’ beagle. Yeah, Exactly. I’m being beaten out by Snoopy.
Well, Jen will be back on Wednesday. Til then, you have us. Lucky you?
Ah well, I leave you with Mike Rowe. Because I can. And because I have a dirty job…I’m a mom of four boys 
4 Comments
June 21, 2008 at 12:55 pm
Mike Rowe? I don’t see him. So sad.
June 21, 2008 at 7:48 pm
You’re leaving me with Mike Rowe? SWEEEEEEEEEEEET!!! Oh wait! I’m married. That’s right. Damn!
I miss you all TERRIBLY.
June 22, 2008 at 6:19 pm
Oh, God. I’m just quivering in fear at the thought of having to be a mother to four boys. WOW.
June 22, 2008 at 6:58 pm
Oooh My YouTube video of Mike Rowe didn’t work!
Damn you, vile YouTube.
I’ll make up for this…on Whiskey Wednesday. Oooh, I get to rant on Jen’s blog! DUDE!
Oh. Comments, yes.
Andi, so far, the boys aren’t that much trouble, really. Though not one of them is a teen…yet.