Penny, this is all your fault.
Just because somebody’s been your friend for over twenty years they start thinking they can mention the word “iPod” in front of your husband.
Sheesh.
I hate XM radio.
We have it here at work, and I was very excited by the prospect. At first. I’m not excited anymore. It’s hard to be excited after having heard “1985″ 2,346,942 times. (And that was just this morning. HA!) I know every word to every new crap song. I know every word of a few non-crap new songs, but I am also tired of hearing them too. And no, I can’t change the station. And yes, I have tried. I am to the point I would welcome a tinned DJ and commercials, just to break up the “music” a little. Or a power outage. Or a solar storm. Or a sledgehammer.
Can I please borrow somebody’s CD player or iPOD or 8-track or something?
Well, here it is October already. Times flies, etc., etc.
I have to say that since posting last time I have felt extremely guilty. So guilty I’ve been avoiding my own website.
Ahem.
I would just like to say that Coach handbags are not part of a regular accessory diet for me. I honestly am not a materialistic cow. I’m a nice, you know, non-materialistic cow. (This is probably along the lines of protesting rasicm by saying some of my best friends are black.) And I guess I really shouldn’t feel the need to explain myself to the internet, but there it is. I do. You see, folks, I treat myself to one expensive purchase a year. Always about $200. Usually it’s jewelry, this year it was a Coach purse.
And there was a coupon for a new account….
See, I told you grasping at straws. Ain’t it pathetic?
Anyway, just trying to salve my conscience a little.
I don’t think it worked.