Friday "Fairwell"

So I’ve messed up my blog but good. The only smart thing I did was copy and paste a copy of it onto a document last night.

I want it to look snazzy, hip, and not like I live in the hicks, (which I do by the way). So there you go, my weekend project, to “update” my blog, fix my widgets and get my vast blog roll back. Yikes. I thought I had it last night, but Blogger kept giving me the dreaded “bx” message, and I couldn’t shake it. Not that I tried very hard. I was involved in an interesting conversation to say the least.

So, since I still feel the need to write, hopefully this will do for now, and at least I got Feedburner hooked back up. Cest’ La Vie!!!

I’m going to the fair tonight, with hubby, kids and friends. I didn’t want to go, but when we told my small son, he looked crestfallen, so I relented. At least hubby said he would walk the kids around if my knee’s started hurting me.

He seems to be picking up on my signals of late. Getting much more touchy feely, and I’m so not wanting that. So I’ve rebuffed him. I wish he would just ask me what the heck is wrong instead of pretending it is all OK. Not that I would tell him at this point, but it would make me feel a little less out of control if he actually noticed that our lives are falling apart, you know? We are not June and Ward Cleaver here.

So I went to Wal-Mart yesterday. Saw the usual assortment of people. The lady in front of me at the check stand, I swear when she talked, she sounded like Katherine Hepburn. Damn near skeeved me out. She had two gallon jugs of some cheap “burgundy” wine, you know the kind in green gallon jugs? Then I realized it couldn’t be Kathy because first of all, she is dead, and second of all, she would never drink green gallon jug wine from Wal-Mart, even on her worst day.

I then saw the two dudes walk by that had been taking fashion advice, no, not from Stacy and Clinton, but from Ned Beatty in his “Deliverance” days.

I looked all over for LueRonda, and couldn’t find her. Maybe she quit, she has been very busy on my Freecycle list, and I suspect she is about to open up her own thrift store.

So wish me luck, that I don’t come home from the fair tonight full of cotton candy and beer! Or maybe you should wish me luck that I DO come home from the fair full of cotton candy and beer!

Peace,

OC