The Thinking Minority

I'm mostly kidding, by the way.

And...um....he's going to do what?

Man...I have some great friends.

Contrary to popular belief, I am not "freaking out." I am experiencing "an overwhelming sense of loss of control accompanied by the distinct sensation that time is advancing too rapidly, exacerbated by the experience of day-residue nightmares and mild-to-moderate panic attacks." That's all.

8 days!

SWEET JESUS!

http://www.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/Movies/02/25/passion.wrap/index.html

"At a screening in Wichita, Kansas, a woman in her 50s began having trouble breathing toward the end of the movie and later died, a theater official said."

Hyper Hooters!

I don't get the last line at the end though...anyone?

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww that's gross. So is this.

12 days!

And speaking of funny names, since we weren't, this guy has an awful name. So nice of them to include his nickname at the end...

My gross post for the week.
Maggots

13 days. Sorry, I missed a couple. I had a great bridal shower today...thanks to everyone involved...man.

I gotta go to bed soon.

Today's Scenes From the Potty:

"Anytime you have more than four people in the bathroom you have to post that there's a meeting! And you have to send out the minutes."

I wonder if it counts if I'm the fourth person...

Those would be interesting minutes.

but isn't there a certain positive feeling you get from cleaning? I mean, that's what interested me in showering...

OK folks - I am not a neat person. Our house is almost constantly in a state of piles and stuff everywhere. Why is it that I felt so compelled this morning to clean the kitchen that I even SCRUBBED the microwave inside and out? (let me note that cleaning the kitchen is truly one of the things I hate most in life. When someone invents a self-cleaning kitchen I will be first in line.) It could have someting to do with the inlaws visiting while my husband is out of town, but still . . . I believe I have gone over the edge. Someone save me. AAAHHHH.

DAMN is right. Tell me, as one person, what does the owner need with several treadmills?

17 days. Ha, ha! And I don't mean ha, ha "ha, ha" - I mean ha, ha "uh-oh." Or something.

Check this out. DAMN!

All of my humor comes from Gene.

18 days! Ha, ha!

Ok, now this is scary. And because Gene is normally funny, and this is not funny, I believe it's true.

Speaking of Dubya...if John and I ever have a son, and that son makes me very angry, and I want to insult him without him knowing what's going on, I'll call him "W"....

Gotta love Dubya!

(19 days, by the way)

It's a long joke, but man oh man, is the punchline worth it...

No, this is the funniest thing I've read in a long, long time. And I still love Gene Weingarten.

23 days! And we have a cheesy webpage now, where everyone can count down with us. How exciting!

And don't worry John, you'll get a day off. In 24 days.

Incidentally, this is the funniest thing I have read in a long, long time. Except, possibly, for this. I love Gene Weingarten.

Hmm...I need a day off. A whole day. One day where I do nothing. Oh happy day! Please shoot me, for the toilet is calling.