Miss Me? It's still crazy around here, and I'm still homeless.

OK, now that your updated lets talk about weaknesses. I have several but we're going to focus on just one today. It's a special place. I love it. My kids love it. My mom loves it. If you know what's good for you, you'll love it too.

Oh, Target, you are a money sucking whore. I cherish you.

I'm telling you the longer it takes us to sort out all this lending business and move into the new house, the more money Target is going to make. In fact I'm beginning to think that this hassle is Target's sneaky master plan to suck me into a big, huge vortex of debt.

Mmm, Sigh. It's going to be such a pretty little vortex when I'm done with it.

Just in the last week alone I have bought:
3 Bedding sets
6 Curtains
4 Towels
1 Shower Curtain
2 Bath Mats
2 Trash Cans
3 Curtain Rods
11 Bins (I'm still looking for one more that matches)
1 Lamp
2 Pillows
3 Bathroom Accessories (soap dish, cup, toothbrush holder)
2 Shirts
and
2 Headbands

Oh, Target, It's a sad sweet sickness. I'll see you tomorrow.

Labels: Nutter Butters, Target

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

I cannot get this song out of my head. It's stuck there like a mental peanut butter trying to drive me stark nutters.

And when this nonsensical loony song succeeds and it will. Only then will I understand the fucker. It's a conspiracy for crazy-town.

So when you see me a corner muttering to myself " I am the eggman, oh, they are the eggmen. Oh, I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob"

You'd better run. Because it's out to get you, man.

Labels: Nutter Butters, The Beatles