Category: worthy of mockery

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I feel like a fruit basket.

I know, some of you think I’m a fruitcake. Others think I’m a basket case. Some days I’m both, but today, I totally smell like a fruit basket.

I bathed with grapefruit mint shower gel, shampooed with strawberries and cream, followed by green apple conditioner. Then I shaved my legs with mango pomegranate gel. If that wasn’t enough, I used almond cherry moisturizer.

Weird? Maybe. In a wild Dave Ramsey moment I decided to use all my unfinished shower products before buying anything new. I didn’t anticipate fruit salad.

I feel silky soft, but the dog keeps trying to lick me.

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to my absolute joy!

I found further evidence with which to annoy my children. It’s my hobby.

I have been excluded, ignored, chided, ridiculed, and finally befriended by them on Facebook. And the ridiculing continues.

It’s a beautiful thing. I post something. One of them tells me why I am a creeper, or a stalker or uncool.

My status is analyzed and deconstructed.

To my absolute joy, though, I discovered this article in last month’s Time Magazine that must have escaped their attention. Here it is. Enjoy it.

I hope you get some satisfaction, too. 😉

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Etta James cracks me up…

I guess the entertainment rags are having a good time playing and replaying her tacky abuse of Beyonce and her tackier comment about Obama’s ears. I didn’t vote for the guy, but I don’t think I’d go out of my way to publicly say some of the stupid stuff that in the end makes her look pretty dumb.

The thing that bugs me is that I really like the song, At Last.

I have this terrible character flaw in relation to music. I don’t know how it happened, but I am annoyed when I have a happy little collection of music that is mine, all mine, and no one else seems to take an interest in it, and then it becomes trendy. Understand that on a very rational level, I get that At Last was a hit before I was even paying attention to nursery rhymes. I get it. Really.

Still, I am annoyed by all the attention people are giving it. Ha! I am the master of irrational behavior, just ask my children.

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