F-F-F-Friday…
Have you seen that new Dodge commercial that seriously hurts my feelings?
Not sure if it’s the guys voice, or what he’s saying. Maybe both. But every time I see it, it stings. And because that marketing genius aimed the advertisement right at ME, I want that freaking SUV even though I have no money and no need for a new car.
Genius.
Cruel and heartbreaking, but genius. (I’m applauding, but with tear stained hands.)
And even though I’m not in the market for a vehicle (my 2004 SUV has a mere 48k on it, I never leave the house – no joke) I AM going to attempt to take his message to heart, at least for this weekend.
The internet will be just fine without me.
I’m currently in PJs at the home of Jon’s parents, watching Seven sit in the floor as he avoids his AppleJacks. Once he’s dressed, my plan involves a break from the tether of my computer.
It’s a PLAN, anyway. I have a stomach ache a bit just thinking about it, unplugging the link to MY world. But I can do it. Yeah, I’ll check in from my ever-present iPhone, but I’m going to try to limit it. There IS a world out there that the internet was based on, and I’m going to try to find it.
We are going to go downtown and hit the cute toy shop that Seven loves. We’ll find a couple of consignment shops, and the antique store. I’m going to get a battery put in my watch, I hope, if I can convince the local jeweler to replace it in my Movado without sending it off to cost more than the actual watch cost me. We’re going to find Jon a suitable birthday present if we can.
I’m thinking we’ll also buy the makings for Candy Apples, as National Candy Apple Day is Sunday. They’re not my favorite treat, since they’re so messy and crack-fally-apparty, but a holiday is a holiday, right? And speaking of, today is National Chocolate Day. I suggest one of these:
Once we’ve done all that, we’re going to play outside by the coy pond. We’re going to experiment with the Stomp Rocket Seven’s grandparents just gave him. We’re going to chase the squirrels and get in trouble. We are going to go Trick Or Treating a couple days early. We are going to play with his cousin. We are going to eat Birthday Cake and get fatter.
We are going to live a little.
Wish me luck.
FFF Equals Follow Up, Friends, and Frivolous
Follow Up:
There are two giveaways on my site right now, and you should check them out if you haven’t yet. One is a gorgeous Chicago Metallic Ribbon Loaf Pan. I love it, and I know you will too. The other is for a top of the line Countertop Convection Oven from WestBend. Not many entries on that one, so get on it!
Friends:
Here are a few things my blogging friends made recently I thought you might like…
Frivolous:
Brandi got me hooked on The Superficial. Thanks a lot, BRAN-DI. That being said, these pictures make me wonder why I get so concerned about how I look. About being too fat to wear the clothes I wear, about how my hair is styled. What on earth happened to that Dirty Genie in a Bottle? Sweet Jesus.
Then there’s this – who’s not admitting pregnancy. Yeah, okay. I guess it’s just a lot of Chicken of the Sea? Fess up, Buttercup.
And really? A million dollars? For THAT? Gross. Well, she’s probably snorted it all away by now anyway. Will she live to see her 30s?
Okay friends, I’m out. I think. Stepping away now. If you see too much of me on twitter, remind me of my plan. Be harsh. Be my kick in the butt. I’m sure I’ll need it.
Have a great weekend!!
