braaiiiiiiiiins!!!!

ugh!!! Work!

Mornings should be outlawed.

That is all.

Yeah, so my reputation spreads a little farther.

Okay, so you just know you've said the wrong thing when you can hear the furious blinking over the phone.

If you ever get bored, just call up your local furniture store and start asking questions about mattresses. Conversation with the Sawyer Furniture people:

Them: Thank you for calling Sawyer Furniture, how can I help you?
Me: I'm calling to get prices on a mattress set.
Them: What size did you need?
Me: I'm not really sure. What are the dimensions of the King?
Them: Uhhhhh...
Me: What's the weight limit for the box springs?
Them: Uhhhhh...
Me: Does the mattress have those nifty little straps on the sides for easier lifting?
Them: Uhhhhh...

Yeah, so the furniture people now think I'm either a ginormous slut or touched in the head. Made for a really interesting lunch break, I'll tell ya. (I really need a head desk icon).

Must. Eat. Now. I'm starving and haven't eaten since breakfast.