By The Wiz
How many of you Googled old boyfriends after whatserbucket’s last post? Raise your hands.
I’m happy to announce that my old boyfriend is now completely bald and happily working in his chosen profession. He also has a name that is very easy to Google. My husband, on the other hand, has an old girlfriend with the last name of Smith (or so he tells me). She is lost forever in cyberspace.
How many of you have cleaned your kitchen and bathroom floors obsessively with the touch of a button? Just me? Oh, good, then. I’m going a little crazy with the scooba, affectionately named Scooter. (I just couldn’t do Rosie, DH has a sister with a name that may or may not be exactly that.) I know you were wondering about that, and I am nothing if not accomodating.
On a personal note, I continue to wonder at giant blow up decorations that my neighbor puts up for every holiday. I don’t know what Tigger has to do with St. Patrick’s Day or Easter, but hey, there he is. I think my neighbor might be the palm queen in disguise. But he watches my dog when I go on vacation, so I don’t complain.
Now I have to go watch Top Chef while I eat Rocky Road ice cream. You may now discuss old boyfriends and fabulous ice cream flavors. I say nothing beats Mint Chocolate Chip, but I am easily persuaded.