Monday, April 13, 2009

So I have a complaint

I don't want wine and I'm out of beer.  I would kill for one cold beer (but not in a can ((unless it is Milwaukee's Best (((because then I could chug it like the old days ((((or, better yet, make a beer bong)))).  Clearly, I need therapy. And an editor.  And a beer.

I would call Banana and ask if she has any, but I think my lack of beer would not stir any sympathy in her. Facebook told me she had a crappy evening.  Facebook is helpful that way.

4 comments:

  1. You are so funny. I'd love to have a beer with you. Glad I found your blog (love the title of it btw--for some reason it cracks me up)

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  2. I'm totally star struck! A real author read my blog and said I'm funny. I am totally buying Kaui Hart Hemmings' books now. I had considered it before because I heart her blog, now I'm sold!

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  3. Big E has beer and babysitters...

    You are welcome any time.

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  4. Big E, do you deliver? 'Cause then I could drink beer & write the blog and someone else could do the whole childcare thing.

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