Shake Dat Laffy Taffy
Again, yet another nasty song I can't stop listening to. I just don't get the whole nasty song thing. However, whatever the artist is aiming for is working for me because I just find myself being shocked and awed by the nasty lyrics.
So today was "Cyber Monday" and I'm proud to say that as of right now, I didn't buy anything. I did, however, almost buy some stuff, but then I decided to wait until tomorrow just to buck the system. I'm trying to stick it to the man. Know what I mean?
I picked a date for our annual Christmas party and sent out the invites today. One more thing I can check off my "Christmas To Do List". And yes, I actually have one. This year, the invite list is smaller than previous years. I need a small, manageable group. There's too much going on this month to have a big party. Anyway, if I missed you, let me know. I'm sure I didn't miss you on purpose. :P
So, that's it. Work today was good. I killed myself at the gym today. These past 4 days I have eaten my weight probably twenty times over in Thanksgiving leftovers. So, I'll be hitting the gym everyday this week. You know you should too.
The wind is blowing something fierce tonight. Last night the tornado sirens went off and since they're located literally right outside our house, it scared the bejezus out of me. I hightailed it to the basement after I was woke from a sound sleep. I really hope tonight isn't a repeat of last night. That would suck.
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We must be close to a siren, too. Not only do they run for a solid five minutes here, but that official voiceover announcement was scary enough to send us to the basement.
I went to the basement, too, but by the time I got situated down there the sirens went off and I had to go get re-situatated upstairs in my bed!
Oh, and Hubby refused to go downstairs because he's a man and tornados don't hurt men, ya know. Hmpf.
Shawna, that's weird about the voiceover. We don't have that in St. Charles. We just have this loud siren that could easily be confused with a bomb siren. The first weekend after we moved into our house, it was a Saturday morning at 5am and the tornado siren went off. We both jumped out of bed, scared shitless. My first thought was HOLY SHIT BOMBS! But obviously that was the sleep talking. Once we made it to the basement, we laughed at ourselves so hard we couldn't breathe!
Kittymama-I'm telling you, men are so retarded sometimes! My husband gives me so much crap about going to the basement. I don't see what the big deal is. I'd rather be safe than sorry! As much of a pain in the ass as he is sometimes, I still force him to go down with me. If he got blown away to Oz, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. The tornado siren doesn't even have to go off to get me to the basement. If I even THINK there's going to be a tornado, I'll run and tuck!
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