Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Spoke too soon

The buyers backed out. Dad's condo is once again up for sale. I can't even tell Dad because he is incommunicado while travelling to Ukraine. My head hurts and I decided to try and be the first woman to die by Mesquite Barbeque chip overdose.

What? Don't look at me like that. Some people drink, smoke and have casual sex. I have emotional eating.


  1. Yesterday I ate half a carton of cherry cordial frozen yogurt. Don't ask.

    Sorry to hear about your dad's condo though. That sucks. I sure hope he'll get another buyer soon.

  2. He'll get another buyer, you won't die from eating chips, and the mesquite in them will turn a situation that is currently a mass of confusion into a shining bit of perfect clarity. Because that's a side effect of mesquite.

  3. Or a shining bit of rancid diarrhea. Whatever.

  4. It just wouldn't be a conversation involving my family unless we talk about poop.

  5. Dude, all that mesquite can't be good for the system. I'm just sayin'.


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