Monday, September 7, 2009

A Series of Wins and Fails

I saw three red Mustangs today and refrained from keying any of them. WIN.

My womb hurts like the dickens. And I don't even really know what the expression "like the dickens" means. FAIL.

I walked to the grocery store (how healthy of me) and bought mostly veggies and the such. WIN.

I had to load my purse with canned goods and heavy things on the way home because my bags started breaking: FAIL.

Although the jaunt home made me sweaty, I successfully returned to my apartment without experiencing massive plastic grocery bag failure. WIN.

I was waved at today by an ancient man toting around his pet chihuahua in the front "basket" of his modified gas powered lawn mower.... WIN WIN WIN.

He stopped and got out before I could get a picture of him (and his little dog, too) driving down the street. FAIL.

I saw a blonde mulleted middle aged man driving down University Avenue like he was this shiz in a rusty blue early nineties firebird with an open hood and a hot pink engine block. WIN?
Annnnnd... I have no idea where my keys are. I think I lost them somewhere walking home. FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL.


  1. WINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! im gonna go make me a lawn mower dog carrying tote.

  2. im blog stalking you today!!!! miss you :)