Happy New Year! Whew, it’s crazy around here. Crazy good, but crazy nonetheless.
Where to start …
I think it was last Tuesday when I got a cool new part-time job and an order for 12 giant pink balls for an upcoming event (I design decorations/side business). The new gig has nothing to do with balls. Rah. So, I’ve been working my
balls fingers off to get order ready and have a life. No complaints, just tired. So here’s me:
No balls, after hours
Everything is running smoothly as I have an amazing assistant who is 100% involved in making life easy around here:
After my beauty rest, I'll get back to you, Iz
Moving on. In the Lame Line department … ok, so here’s the back story. Tomorrow is THE football game of life. Around these parts, anyway. Made a mad dash to my dad’s man cave to swipe some of his Alabama gear to wear to a party. Said party will be 99% lsu fans. I must represent as my birth occurred a few hours before he had to fly with the team to play Rice. Focus, Izzie. Okay, so I’m on my way home and stop by Whole Foods to get some coffee. Note: I am dressed in leggings, a little t-shirt, an Alabama football cap, and my “Take Me Seriously” glasses. As I approach the coffee aisle, a man with hair on his head and the Holy Bible in his cart stops me.
Hair/Bible Man: ” Do you work here?”
Moi: “Do I look like I work here?”
Blind/Hair/Bible Man: “Yes, yes you do.”
Moi: “But I’m thismany years old!”
Weirdo/Blind/Hair/Bible Man: “Well, I’m 75!”
Before I could self-edit, “Bullshit!” flew out of my mouth, accompanied by, “So is my mother!” Such comments should deter anyone from trying to continue a conversation, but no. Methinks he mistook my “Take Me Seriously” glasses for “Take Me, Seriously” specs. Meh! Fey! Yech! And to think I’m on the highway to hell for weirdo verbage with a hair man carting the Holy Bible while trying to pick up bespectacled
chicks hens at Whole Foods. Just another day in paradise …..
Before I dash, must address SIRI, the worst personal assistant via iPhone 4S. SIRI is a bitch. To me. I asked her why she is so passive-aggressive. Her response, “I don’t know what you are talking about“. See, totally passive-aggressive. I asked her to sing a song – she’s so lame, I got “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do“. Really, SIRI, is that your best shot? Her response, “I aim to please.” Am quite sure she’s much nicer to others and it is totally weird to verbally spar with my cell phone BUT I am paying her salary, really. Bitch.
This photo of my assistant sums it all up – whatever “it” is:
Fill my trough and get lost, you nutty broad!
Be happy. Or not. It’s a choice.
Later. Or not.
P.S. Any misspelled words and format fails are the fault of SIRI. So sue me.