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This week has been a shit show for San Antonio so I’m giving out free lightly damaged books for blind dates with books. Come pick one up and wave at me through the window. :).
Every day we go outside to sweep snow into the pool and then we lug the pool water inside to flush toilets. Every time I start to feel miserable I remind myself that Laura Ingalls would think this is the fanciest fucking well ever.
Yesterday most of the snow had melted. Today it’s back with a vengeance. No water since Monday night but we have power at the moment and are warm so feeling pretty lucky overall.
ALL THE COOL KIDS ADVERTISE HERE:
I fucking love these people & not just because they support my wine-slushee habit:
There’s a special place in my heart for anyone who makes a conscious choice to advertise here. Going to check her out now.
checking it out….. 🙂
In my heart, I want a bad-ass ad too.
I don’t have anything to advertise but I want to make up an ad so I can support your xanax habit. What can I say, I’m an enabler. And now I’ll shut up and check out this ad.
Woo hoo! More Xanax for Jenny!!
Does buying an ad mean you’ll support my Xanax habit, too?
(KIDDING. I’m more of a Flinstones Vitamins gal.)
I’m just leaving a comment here because this entry has so few comments compared to all the other entries and I didn’t want Wildcatter’s Wife to feel bad. I admit I didn’t actually click on the link, though. Crap, that’s the kind of thing that would probably make Wildcatter’s Wife feel even worse, huh. Great now I’ve guilt-tripped myself into clicking on the link, which I’ll do as soon as I finish this comment, but now somehow that has made it all even worse because now Wildcatter’s Wife will know I only went there as the result of my own psychological issues rather than because I actually have any interest in wildcats, wives, or cooking. I mean, you could argue that it’s kind of the bloggy version of a pity-fuck. Okay you know what? Just forget I said anything.
I had no idea that cooking could be considered thrilling. She must be doing it on a roller coaster.
I would like the appendix in a jar. Will you take payment in yard waste and empty wine bottles? How about if I trade my neighbor’s kidnney for it?
Damn it, Siren, now I have to click the link too. THANKS A LOT!
Dammit, Brenna! The fact that you felt compelled to go click the link compelled ME click on YOURS. We need to be careful here because if you come back to these comments and click on mine because I clicked on yours because you clicked on Wildcatter’s Wife’s, we could end up with some kind of infinite regression and you know what that means: ripping holes in the fabric of the space/time continuum. And then it will be the end of the universe and it will be all Wildcatter’s Wife’s fault, which would probably make her feel even WORSE.
I’m honored to be advertising on Jenny’s sensationally witty website. If she didn’t exist, I would have to like… oh I dunno… clean my beagle Fat Bastard’s anal glands. And, believe you me, that’s a shitty job. A BIG Oklahoma hug to everyone who has clicked on ad or promised to click!! – Wildcatter’s Wife
I clicked. but why the bipolar eagle picture?
Siren, I’m coming for you! Hope everyone is ready……
A bad-ass ad indeed.
I had to post and say that I love your category, “Things that will get me hate mail”. I love a woman with sass!!!! Thanks!!!
Hello. It’s me again, Wildcatter’s Wife. I wanted to respond to Laura’s query. The short answer: I have a turbulent affinity towards eagles that have two heads. The short, short answer: Plus, I am bipolar.
Thanks, one of my best friends is bi-polar and so is my sister. was just defending them in case it was making fun of them. thank you.
lol, theres an anti vegetarian video says something along the lines of send hate mail here
Love how advertisers get comments here. Just shows how the bloggess is a special place (and person).