I've noticed that I've been in a pretty good mood (except for hating my job and wanting to push people at work down stairs) the past few days but at the same time feeling exhausted. I figured it out this morning. I've been taking pills for my mood instead of my blood pressure pills for the past couple of weeks. I hadn't been taking my crazy pills for several months because I haven't been feeling out of sorts but I still keep it in the medicine cabinet. I take medication in the morning before I brush my teeth and while I've been all bleary-eyed and barely awake I've been popping the wrong bottle open and eating what was inside. But since I've noticed that I seem better with it (even though I thought that I was okay without it) I'll keep on taking it and also remember to take the BP pill too.
Guess where we are taking the Little League baseball team (and their parents) to celebrate the end of their season? H00ters. That is where the boys wanted to go. I'd rather dig my good eye out with a rusty spoon than to be at a place where the women are running around with their ass cheeks hanging out while a dozen boys who are in the throes of puberty ogle them. Actually, I'd rather to the eye-spoon-digging thing rather than have to go anywhere with a big group of people. One good thing is that the restaurant has a full liquor bar. I might just go get a drink and nurse it in a bathroom stall. This will be an interesting way to kill a Saturday lunch.
Hmmm, well now I'm at home and can see the the Twitter thing isn't updating when I send new things to it. Rats. Maybe there's a temporary glitch in the system.
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Following you on Twitter now... I went camping a while back and text msg'd Twitter. The updates never showed up and later I realized I was texting the wrong number. Eeek! Someone got scary drunk twitters!
Damn, you get to take kids to HOOters for their lunch? Must be nice. They are just having a pot luck thing for the Cross Country kids at someone's house. I wish we were going to H(.)(.)ters.
Amy - LMAO at drunk Twittering. You know someone was getting those messages and wondering what the hell was going on!
My Twitter is working now. Good.
Mike - Heh, I like your spelling of H(.)(.)ters better than mine.
Do all the parents of the baseball team know where you're taking the kids?
Hooters & Twitters & Bears, OH MY!
HOOTERS! That would make me want to check out the rusty spoon, too! LOL! It sounnds absolutely horrendous! It also is kind of frightening that the boys want to go there, at their young ages!!!
Sara Sue - The parents know. Since they won't have to pay for the meal, I figure that quite a few will be there.
Lady of the Hills - H00ters isn't too bad in itself. But I can only imagine the ogling that will go on.
Last time I was at Hooters, I noticed that the waitresses all had beer bellies.
I could care less who's ogling what, I love the shrimp & crablegs at Hooters! Yum!
Anytime you need people pushed down the stairs just call. I know that shoving is the answer. I will protect them from the terrible secret of space!!!
Ginamonster - The last time I was at Hooters, they had a very pregnant waitress.
Patti_Cake - The crab legs are what I go after too! Their chili is good also.
Pusher Robot - I will put you on my speed dial!
I don't like Hooters much myself. They wear tights/hose so their ass cheeks aren't really hanging out, and the wings are too greasy.
Midwestern City Boy - They're known for the wings but I've never had any. Not a fan of meat on a stick. I like the tights they wear - I figure the keep pubes from falling out of those tiny pants and into my food.
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