Do you ever have those weeks where you get so much stuff accomplished that you stop, look in the mirror and shriek: Who the hell are you and where is Suzanne?
In other news, I’ve joined another cult. First there was Facebook (which we all know I’m sick of, but as with cults and The Hotel California, you can never leave) Then I tried my hand at Twitter. Hated.it. Then I joined Costco and Sam’s club. I could not choose. Love them both…poly-warehouse lover who?
Then came groupon. LOVE.
Now behold my newest cult. Angie’s list.
I was taunted by Angie for so long that I finally broke down and joined. Thank goodness I look good in a bouffant. What? I’m pretty sure Angie’s List belongs to Angie Dickinson.
Speaking of Police Woman. Did I share with you that my Mom has a milestone birthday coming up?
I’m not allowed to say her age, but you can guess.
I won’t make you guess where she and I are going for her birthday to celebrate.
Ok, just guess a little.
Wrong. wrong. and wrong again. You guys don’t know us very well do you. Who shouted a cruise? Child pa-lease.
We are going to Vegas. Baby.
So, hopefully we won’t be up close and personal with any Po-po’s. Cause it’s fixing to get all crazy up in here. *raise the roof*
Ok, not really. Unless people still raise the roof then count us in.
I asked the Coach if he wanted to go.
He laughed and said: “no, you girls go and have a good time.”
It isn’t that the Coach moves faster or slower than us, but he does move towards a goal. Mom and I are just all willy nilly all over the place. I love being willy nilly. Especially in Vegas. Baby.
Now don’t start wising us a wonderful trip and ‘good luck’ avoiding the po-po yet. We don’t leave for a few weeks. I’m flying in my private jet to pick up my Mom in ATL and then we head to Vegas. Baby.
Delta is private. right?
So right now, please just tell me I look good in a bouffant. Cause you know I do.
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