I have never, nor will I ever return my cart to the cart corral. Is that what they’re called? There’s a more than staggering chance that at some point, your car has been side-swiped by a cart that I’ve left wandering aimlessly throughout the parking lot. But with the economy the way it is and unemployment skyrocketing [as well as the temperatures], I’m trying to do my part to provide job security for the parking lot attendants. Cus really, wouldn’t they be the first to go? I mean, when it comes down to the nitty gritty, it’s like, screw carts. Put yourself in their manager’s shoes.
Just keepin it real.
So I went to IKEA over the weekend. And can I just say that all of the organizational things they have to offer make my heart smile? Bins, and jars, and boxes, and shelving units… it was a very Monica from Friends moment for me. That’s why I only go but once a year. Although when I do go, it’s almost as if I never left. My bed is still just as I remember it. My kitchen, neat and tidy. My bathroom, well, they still really need to connect the plumbing, but other than that - no complaints.
So here’s where we are on the quest to “name the new category for Lisa and my shenanigans.” If you didn’t read that post, well you’re a sucky friend and now you’re also clueless and bored. Booya. Anyhow, you guys always pull through for me. We have a smattering of ideas… some good, some questionable, some uuuh? I have narrowed down our options to a mere 7 because they had to be small enough to fit in the category bar - and also suitable for all audiences.
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Lisa Boob Report
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Me, myself, and Lisa
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Two girls, one Centennial
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Blessed Respite! WTF?
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Great Scott! Did that just happen?
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Adventures in Randomland
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Lisa Legends
Anyway, if you could pretty please cast your vote when you leave me a beloved comment as you always do, you adorable little things. Now, remember how I promised you two exciting new categories… well, here’s a little preview.
So, when you clean out your garage you discover many, many things you wish you hadn’t. But then, oh then, there are those moments when you strike gold. And I, my friends, am a freakin bagillionaire. During my archaeological dig, I uncovered boxes upon shoe boxes of love letters and psycho girl notes spanning from 3rd grade all the way up til graduation.
As you may have guessed, all of these letters will now become a source of entertainment for all of you. This first letter, in case your having trouble reading it, says:
BRITTENY - I can’t wait until after school when our lips meet for 3 minutes or 200 seconds. LARRY
But there’s something critical that you need to understand in order to fully appreciate this letter. I never once dated, held hands with, or kissed Larry. I didn’t date anyone in school until I was 17. In fact, I’d be hard pressed to remember 2 conversations that we actually had. Sigh.
Boxes.
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