My Electronic Post-It
After this weekend’s Floatarama, I have realized the mass quantity of crap that I must complete before heading off for the Memorial Day Weekend (a.k.a. The Weekend with All the Parents and the Nephews and the Nieces and the Dogs and the New Home Construction and, of course, the Beer). I am a person who is constantly thinking of all of the things I have to do, to a point where in college I kept a post-it book in my car so I could take these grand thoughts and stick them to anything that may catch my attention later when I’ve completely forgotten about them. Flash to the future, where I keep these lists on my blog so the world can see my procrastination in action.
-Clean all the trash, dog hair, beer bottles, pink bridesmaid dresses, etc. out of my car.
-Unpack from Floatarama Version 2.0, including drying all of the wet clothes that were stuffed into a trash bag and emptying the cooler that contains all the dog food, the dry bag that didn’t stay very dry and the remaining cans of Dr. Thunder.
-Do some laundry so I can actually wear underwear on a daily basis and so my towels don’t smell like my grandmother’s basement.
-Wash the lake smell off the dog, and remove her Bud Lite beads that she got for flashing her eight nipples at a fellow floating dog this weekend.
-Plow my way through the massive pile of work related publications I was supposed to read over the weekend, but conveniently “forgot” to take with me.
-Design a new masthead for this site. Any ideas?
-Buy my mother a birthday present, since I pretty much forgot her birthday and now we’re going to see her this weekend. I think she’s under the impression I was just waiting so I could see her face when she opens it. I will let her believe this because I am an evil child.
Can you see my eyes bugging out of my head?!
Megan my dear, it seems your eyes bugging out of your head is effecting your order of national holidays. I regret to inform you that Memorial day has passed and we are now at the end of the summer when LABOR day is approaching.
I can understand given that your time on a canoe with a large cooler full of beer and a large nippled rottweiler who insists on sitting ON the cooler might have taken all of your sanity;and to top it off the Bearded Wonderer is so entertained by his drunken self that he has no idea the river is getting the better of the boat and everything on it.
A moment of history:
Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
Lets drink.
Yes, I constantly get Labor Day and Memorial Day confused. Just as I say mirror whenever I’m really meaning to say window. It’s the curse of being blond. Thank you, my intelligent brunette friend, for showing me the error of my ways…now I will post embarrassing pictures of you. Just be glad I’m not posting the crotch-scratching photo.
I’ve seen the crotch-scratching picture and it is quite hillarious! LOL, silly mego.