Superbowl Loss? Check. Seriously Bad Car Issues? Check. Potentially deadly infectious disease? CHECK
And that friends is a summary of my last few weeks.
Seriously, double you-tee-eff.
Yes, my team lost the Superbowl-- sidenote, possibly the best Superbowl, I have EVER watched, but still sad loss--- and I am not talking about it. But since I waxed so poetic about my team during the season, perhaps the best way to capture the horrific ending is to allow you, my readers to feel my pain. And since I can't figure out how to tape the audio from my MANY MANY voicemail messages, I have decided to link you to a fine site, which pretty much illustrates what people have said to me in the past few days.
www.i-hate-the-new-england-patriots.blogspot.com
I want to take a few moments and say, that is a finely written site, delicious hate, I can only hope to emulate them myself one day with www.suck-it-notre-dame.blogspot.com. But until then, please check them out, they are amusing all the time. And while you check them out imagine hearing all that crap in person for the past 3 days, and you will know my pain.
Car- I don't know what is wrong with it. I have boys to handle that... and once they tell me, rest assured I will promptly forget to tell you about it... but know this... those AAA guys are more than just friendly auto-helpers they also are never scared to hand a girl a hankie bribe her with Dark Chocolate Peanut M&M's when she loses it trying to verbalize what sound the car made when it stopped working. Thanks AAA!!!
SERIOUS INFECTIOUS DISEASE (lets call this an SID for short) yes. Apparently, I have been exposed to one.... stupid roommate (whom I LOOOOOOOOOOVE) has MRSA (pronounced mursa) or at least I am convinced she has MRSA after googling her mysterious symptoms yesterday that or she has been exposed to nuclear radiation... but I think option one is probably more likely.
What did you do? You ask.
Well, I did what any self-respecting, germ-fearing American did. Bleached the hell out of my entire house and nearly caused a building wide exodus with my fervent application of lemon scented anti-bacterial things apparently ammonia and bleach still don't mix... I thought the innovations of the day would solve that (kidding mom, I simply over applied the products... I guess using a whole bottle was overkill, but you know me... KNOWN for my subtlety) Yes, in a panic the likes of which not previously seen by my neightbors, I proceeded to boil water ( I don't know why) I stuck my tooth brush in one set, and my tweezers in another and then another version I boiled everything, even the soap dispenser... (still don't know why, we don't share soap) and then I washed every towel in the house in EXTRA HOT. I still don't feel safe. I am also pretty sure my roommate is gonna kill me because I keep following her around with bleach spray to disinfect after her.
Seriously, double you-tee-eff.
Yes, my team lost the Superbowl-- sidenote, possibly the best Superbowl, I have EVER watched, but still sad loss--- and I am not talking about it. But since I waxed so poetic about my team during the season, perhaps the best way to capture the horrific ending is to allow you, my readers to feel my pain. And since I can't figure out how to tape the audio from my MANY MANY voicemail messages, I have decided to link you to a fine site, which pretty much illustrates what people have said to me in the past few days.
www.i-hate-the-new-england-patriots.blogspot.com
I want to take a few moments and say, that is a finely written site, delicious hate, I can only hope to emulate them myself one day with www.suck-it-notre-dame.blogspot.com. But until then, please check them out, they are amusing all the time. And while you check them out imagine hearing all that crap in person for the past 3 days, and you will know my pain.
Car- I don't know what is wrong with it. I have boys to handle that... and once they tell me, rest assured I will promptly forget to tell you about it... but know this... those AAA guys are more than just friendly auto-helpers they also are never scared to hand a girl a hankie bribe her with Dark Chocolate Peanut M&M's when she loses it trying to verbalize what sound the car made when it stopped working. Thanks AAA!!!
SERIOUS INFECTIOUS DISEASE (lets call this an SID for short) yes. Apparently, I have been exposed to one.... stupid roommate (whom I LOOOOOOOOOOVE) has MRSA (pronounced mursa) or at least I am convinced she has MRSA after googling her mysterious symptoms yesterday that or she has been exposed to nuclear radiation... but I think option one is probably more likely.
What did you do? You ask.
Well, I did what any self-respecting, germ-fearing American did. Bleached the hell out of my entire house and nearly caused a building wide exodus with my fervent application of lemon scented anti-bacterial things apparently ammonia and bleach still don't mix... I thought the innovations of the day would solve that (kidding mom, I simply over applied the products... I guess using a whole bottle was overkill, but you know me... KNOWN for my subtlety) Yes, in a panic the likes of which not previously seen by my neightbors, I proceeded to boil water ( I don't know why) I stuck my tooth brush in one set, and my tweezers in another and then another version I boiled everything, even the soap dispenser... (still don't know why, we don't share soap) and then I washed every towel in the house in EXTRA HOT. I still don't feel safe. I am also pretty sure my roommate is gonna kill me because I keep following her around with bleach spray to disinfect after her.
posted by Shanelle at 3:49 PM
3 Comments:
I'm laughing my butt off trying to imagine you making the noise your car made when it quit working while crying.
So I too share your pain for the Super Bowl fiasco that crushed my life this past Sunday. However let me say that your germophobia is hilarious, and that you can't kill yourself with bleach induced comas because we still need to have Bible study every Wednesday at 7:30ish haha.
Picturing you chasing after someone with a bleach spray bottle just made me laugh so hard I spit my morning tea out. MRSA is awful, my friend had it and I refused to touch her, or anything else she touched for fear of cross contamination.
You know my feelings on the Super-Sucky-Bowl. I'm getting the same crap from my friends. I guess after all the smack talk I've been tossing around this entire season...("If the sissy whiners can't deal with getting the score run up by my boys maybe they should go back to pop warner football!" followed by an evil laugh)...they figure I deserve all I get.
Feel better.
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