Warm Nights, Hot Ladies

All I wanted for my birthday was to go dancing.  Luckily Bubba’s Sulky Lounge was happy to oblige with its fabulous 80’s night.  Luckily I have fabulous friends who went all out with their 80’s apparel.  There was plenty of good times and “hands over the head” dancing had by all.

Watch out for these ladies!

 

Note the wide variety of 80's looks.

 

A fight breaks out!

 

Good times!

Follow my sausage?

Last night I was unwrapping a package of my favorite “all natural,  ex-vegetarian guilt free, chicken sausages” when I saw on the label a facebook and twitter logo.  “Follow us on twitter, ” it said.  “Like us on Facebook.”  I never knew my groceries could be so needy.  Really, what could my chicken sausage possible have to say in 140 characters or less?  So of course I started to imagine the tweets….

Cold here in the freezer

Garlic and basil variety is hogging (ha hogging) all the space

Into the cart we go!

Whew 4.95 down the drain…suckah!

Sashi needs to clean her fridge, reorganizing doesn’t count.

Big night tonight.  We are grilling!

Ok, so here’s where it would probably get ugly.  As in:

Ah help we’re splitting our skins.

Help us we’re bubbly (but so delicious)

Ouch, Ouch the grill marks, the grill marks!.

The bottom line; my food probably doesn’t need to be a part of my social network.

Squirrely

I can’t deny it.  Having the summer off is a great perk of my job.  However, I’m a teacher in part because I like school.  I like community, and I like structure.  So there’s something about the first few days of summer vacation that makes me a little squirrely.

I have projects in mind, books I want to read, a house that could use cleaning, and a one year old to take care of, but no official structure for these activities (gasp!).  It will probably take me a few days to get my summer legs.  After that I’ll be in full enjoyment mode.

What makes you squirrely?     

Man peeps

You may know them as those cute little yellow marshmallow treats, but I’ve always thought that some people (specifically men) were like peeps.

How so?

Sugary, pretty and cute on the outside, but lacking any kind of  real substance or flavor.  Keep eating and you’re guaranteed to get a gut ache.

How would it be used?

“Oh we went out on a couple dates.  But he turned out to be a real man-peep.  Really cute but not much going on upstairs.”  Kind of like a bimbo, but for men.

Enjoy your Easter holidays!