My name rhymes with "Lisa,"
I live in Midland, Texas, because it's warm
and the mortgage is cheap,
and of course this is my natural hair color. Of course!
The EGE--The Ever-Gorgeous Earl--is my husband of 35 years.
I have the best job in the world
because I get to call up artists
and ask them nosy questions
and then write about them.
I also stitch, podcast, blog, and then, in my spare time, do it all some more.
The totally weird thing is that this is on a main street, and I've passed it a million times--it's got a bunch of signs on the building (in a strip-mall-like building) next door to a tattoo parlor. So I've never really looked at it until yesterday, when I squealed and The EGE turned around and went back so I could see if I'd actually seen what I thought I saw. I don't know if it's open for business or not, but it scares the crap out of me--who has a business there? What are they doing? Who are they? Are they crazy? What are they selling? And why? Yiiiii. I'm still gobsmacked by the concept that really wacko people can get other people to pay them for their craziness.
I'm ready. I've got my Solstice candles in the closet that come out every year, and the juniper and holly bushes out back are growing up a storm for decorating...
Oh. They don't want me to be celebrating Solstice, do they? LOL
I gotta tell you: until just this minute when I googled "December 21, 2012," I had no idea that's when the earth is supposed to come to a crashing end. Huh. Guess lots more people will put of their holiday shopping until the VERY last minute, huh?
8 comments:
BwwwaaaaHaaaaa!
can we reserve seats?
Oh, I bet we don't need reservations. Where is this sign actually? good grief......
(hey)Jude
The totally weird thing is that this is on a main street, and I've passed it a million times--it's got a bunch of signs on the building (in a strip-mall-like building) next door to a tattoo parlor. So I've never really looked at it until yesterday, when I squealed and The EGE turned around and went back so I could see if I'd actually seen what I thought I saw. I don't know if it's open for business or not, but it scares the crap out of me--who has a business there? What are they doing? Who are they? Are they crazy? What are they selling? And why? Yiiiii. I'm still gobsmacked by the concept that really wacko people can get other people to pay them for their craziness.
Any chance they mean "prophet" and can't spell? Otherwise, doesn't make too much sense...
I think "profit" is the right word. And no I'm not ready.
I'm ready. I've got my Solstice candles in the closet that come out every year, and the juniper and holly bushes out back are growing up a storm for decorating...
Oh. They don't want me to be celebrating Solstice, do they? LOL
Snigger. :D
I gotta tell you: until just this minute when I googled "December 21, 2012," I had no idea that's when the earth is supposed to come to a crashing end. Huh. Guess lots more people will put of their holiday shopping until the VERY last minute, huh?
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