He’s just the BEST.

I so wish I could trust you all not to be psycho-freaks, because I would totally give out LilZoot’s IM and let you chat with him. He rocks. Example:

LilZoot in his room: hey
Me at the dining room table: hey
LilZoot: i love you
Me: i love you too stinker-butt
LilZoot: i m watching the simpsons to end the conversation
Me: hahahaha
LilZoot: hehehehehahahaha
Me: 😀
LilZoot: i luv u
Me: I luv u 2
Me: I like your bookmark, by the way
LilZoot: hehe
LilZoot: you want one
LilZoot: ?
Me: na – I dont really use bookmarks
Me: thanks though
LilZoot: ooooohh
LilZoot: 😎
Me: dinner is almost read
Me: i mean ready
LilZoot: ok
LilZoot: l
Me: you should come downstairs and bring me my mailing labels I printed up
LilZoot: ok
Me: thanks babe, you rock
LilZoot: rockster lilzoot
Me: yep
LilZoot: cisco is starting to sit under my desk
Me: Cool
LilZoot: hehe
LilZoot: sssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………hes sleeping


I just ate an orange and now I’m all sticky. Just thought you might like to know.

Did you hear? Target is no longer selling Krispy Kremes! At least neither of our Super Targets are. They are going to make their OWN donuts in the bakery (they make Einstein Bagels in their bakery too). Evidently – Krispy Kreme hasn’t been delivering the donuts fresh enough to make the cost worthwhile. Because lets be honest, a room temperature Krispy Kreme is no different than any other donut. Its the HOT! FRESH! NOW! Krispy Kremes that are worth dying for.

So, I find myself torn between two friends. I mean – should I continue to shop at my FAVORITE STORE IN THE WHOLE WORLD, even if they stop selling my FAVORITE FOOD IN THE WHOLE WORLD? Is my love for Krispy Kreme enough for me to boycott Target, for principal’s sake?

Hell no. I can still get HOT! FRESH! NOW! Krispy Kreme’s at the Krispy Kreme place. I can’t buy a Buddha statue, Jeweled Flip-Flops, Sushi and Einstein Bagels during ONE shopping trip in any other location in town. And I’m afraid that means more to me than my donut loyalty. *sigh*

Random Thoughts.

  • Its Monday, and Mondays suck.
  • LilZoot actually didnt have a great weekend with his Dad (which is unusual), and its all weighing heavy on my mind.
  • MrZ has to starve himself Tuesday to prep for a medical procedure on Wednesday. As in, only BROTH and JELL-O.
  • He gets moody when he’s 30 minutes late eating lunch. It’s gonna be UGLY.
  • I woke up this morning, spooning with my dog.
  • And I have a sleep bubble I dont even allow my husband in.
  • My face is doing some sore of acne meets windburn thing I’m not fond of. PRETTY.
  • My hair is still wet. It makes me cold.
  • I’m kinda feelin’ bitchy today. There’s your warning.

Faking It

MrZ and I rented a few movies Friday night. Since it was a Friday – the pickins were QUITE slim, to say the least. I grabbed The Big Bounce and Anchorman. MrZ grabbed Shaun of the Dead and I said, “I’ll watch something else while you watch that…”

Well, for some reason, MrZ doesnt like watching movies by himself, so I told him I would sit here WHILE the movie was on, but I had NO plan to actually WATCH the movie. So – in essence? I’m faking watching this movie. What a better way to spend a Sunday morning than to fake watching a goofy-ass Zombie movie.

It’s Like Being 21 All Over Again

Sometimes, on weekends LilZoot is with his dad, MrZ and I like to drink a lot of beer and watch tv. This is what we decided to do last night. Unfortunately – I drank all of that beer on an empty stomach and woke up this morning HUNG OVER. I mean – puking, headache, body aches, MISERY. Can you believe that? I havent been hung over in YEARS. I was whining and moaning and bitchy and all sorts of fun I know you wish you could have witnessed.

HUNG OVER! ME! Like I just started drinking yesterday or something…Jeez.

Stace called me this morning to compliment me on Darcy Candace. The phone rang, I answered it (slowly) and then – the wave of “OHMIGODI’MGONNAPUKE” hit me like a brick and I said “Hang on, I’ll call you right back…”

When I called her back later, I whined, “Sorry I had to hang up so quickly – I had to puke because I’m freakin’ HUNG OVER.” And do you know what she did? SHE LAUGHED AT ME! LAUGHED! I had just told her I was vomiting and she LAUGHED. AT. ME. Jeez…where can a girl go for some sympathy around here?