Sassy Black Friend

More and more…

As I may have mentioned (hysterically) recently, I’m feeling a little too responsible lately. So, instead of researching online life insurance like a good girl, I’ve been slacking. Not that the subject isn’t interesting, it really is.

But nothing could be as interesting as eating cold pizza for breakfast, watching 80s movies all morning and shopping all afternoon.

Tomorrow I have some work I can’t skip, but after that I’m kidnapping the boyfriend and we’re going to Baltimore. Fun, fun, fun.

Can’t be this grown up

Seriously, I can’t. It isn’t possible. I’m having an actual conversation about replacing a water heater. Must stop it. I thought I was grown up enough having a mortgage, more than three sets of matching towels and an electric blanket I can locate without a flashlight and a map.

But this has gone too far. The next thing you know I’ll be discussing home equity in bars and wearing sensible shoes. To hell with that. I’m bailing on the rest of my work day and going to a movie. So there. Who’s grown up now?

Pshaw!

Don’t get your facts all over Michael Steele’s talking points.

This was the best black guy Republicans could find?

Enough lying?

Could it be possible? In the Senate? Maybe…

Please sir, may I have some more?

I would very much like to tongue kiss Anthony Weiner.

Will be posting some more health care stuff soon.

Girls Night

Last night, for the first time in a while, I had a girls night with some friends. Not the kind they have on television, where you watch romantic comedies, talk about our weight and compare different blackhead extractors. Though, all of those are fine activities except for the romantic comedy part.

Part of the fun of girls night is talking about frivolous but useful things like clothing and beauty regimens. And relationships, too. My girls nights have a little of that, but a lot of other things too. Like vodka and pool, in this week’s case. Yes, we bought the pool table. And I love it. Plus I’m finally getting good at the damn game.

This girls night also featured extended political discussion, mainly reading clips from CPAC aloud and yelling. Good times. The vodka helps a lot.