Party Time is Just Like Hammer Time
Without the sexy pants.
Other things I’ve learned this week:
Minivans are the new station wagons.
Super Bowl XLIV topped the Mash series finale as the most watched television broadcast of all time… supposedly.
It doesn’t matter who beats you to the fitness room. They will always be watching a talk show.
You should never step in a snow pile just because you think it is shorter than your boots. It isn’t.
Tulips thrive in coffee-infused water.
A really bad metal splinter is like a shiv for very tiny elves.
Wherever there are writers having a fairly decent night, there is always a snarky editor lurking to tell the writer just how much they suck.*
*not intended for web-renowned fic betas
Okay, seriously, what’s your problem with the Superbowl???
Isn’t New Orleans allowed to have one good moment?!?! As a Louisiana girl, I feel I must stand up for my Saints.
GEAUX SAINTS!!! WHO DAT NATION!!!
Whoa… down girl! Just because I don’t want to sit through it doesn’t mean that I have a problem with it. I believe I stated the positive points of Super Bowl Sunday just the other day. I included “supposedly” because CBS is who declared Super Bowl XLIV the most watched show of all time. The ratings haven’t been confirmed. Until then, it’s just a bunch of network execs spouting off at the mouth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nyhv80HDSj4
utter hilarity! And generally good advice.
Also, I sat through the second half of the ‘bowl and from my novice opinion, it looked like a pretty good game. This is important, because we have the Pacific separating us.
I’ll be over here imagining tiny elves with shivs. Hehehe…