“how much does a side of gravy cost at dairy queen”
Seriously? How the fuck should I know? I prefer my own, homemade gravy, thankyouverymuch. And I make it by the bucket, not some pansy ass “side” serving. Gravy is a whole separate food group around here, use a straw next time.
It’s been a crazy day. I went shopping with Mom, which was good, except she realized after we got to a shop and needed to pay that she’d left her wallet at home. It wasn’t an issue because I had mine and access to plenty o’ cash, but it really threw her off. On the plus side, our mall has a new shop called Feist that carries the most complete collection of Hello Kitty (and friends) crap I have ever seen.
Anyway, we picked up a few more things she needed and then headed home to have lunch. Josh joined us and then we all headed out for some shoe shopping. And lest you think us cruel, Josh wanted to come with. After that we went to Kohl’s where I got a great blouse for my presentation and some stunning purple earrings. Mom got some more clothes for her trip.
The next leg of our journey was the grocery store. And I have to tell you – there are few things as trippy as going to the grocery store with those two. Between the farting and the wise cracks, we managed to find everything. By the time we got home and unloaded everything we were exhausted. So I decided to clean out my part of the closet.
It’s a sickness, honestly.
We sent Josh out to get dinner and while he was gone I refolded and sorted all of the t-shirts in his part of the closet, with Mom’s help. And then…
Anyway, I’m about halfway through my… hmm… I guess I’ve lost track of how many times Josh has refilled my glass now. Anyway, I’m remembering why I so seldom drink tequila anymore. Someone may have to scrape me off the sidewalk in the morning.