Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Movie Review--How She Move

I'm not seeing this movie, but I'm reviewing it.

How She Move WARNING: Longest trailer E-V-E-R!!!

I no see this. They no speak English good.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Movie Review

I'm not seeing this movie, but I'm reviewing it.

Love in the Time of Cholera

Cholera is a bacterial disease that causes diarrhea. Massive diarrhea. And vomiting. And leg cramps.

If I'm feeling that way, I'm not up to loving you or anyone.

In 100 years, is Hollywood going to make “Love in the Time of HIV”? I'm just saying.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Brilliant, Bitches

Go ahead. Call me “Brilliant”, Bitches.

I just used LYSOL wipes to mop my floor. I took four wipes, two under each foot, and slid around my entryway, kitchen, and dining room floors.

I wore my really old Birks, the ones Toddler Kaos puked on a couple of weeks ago, so getting some LYSOL on them wasn't a biggie. In fact, it probably helped to clean my shoes, you guys.

I changed the LYSOL wipes every so often, like when they got dirty. And my floor was pretty goddamned dirty, because I'm not a mopper.

It's not that I don't own a mop. I do. But I smurfing hate to mop. I'd rather walk through a parking garage in Las Vegas in August wearing pantyhose.

I also got a decent work-out when I skated on the LYSOL wipes. I remembered to engage my abs, so that I wouldn't strain my back. And, I raised my pulse a bit. I'm not sure if that says I was working too hard or that I'm really out of shape.

But, regardless, I now have a clean floor.

Go ahead. Call me “Brilliant”, Bitches.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Comment of the Day, January 9, 2008

So, we're at the doctor's office yesterday. In the waiting room. (I'll spare you the details of why we were there.)

And Toddler Kaos walks over to this lady and starts making eyes at her.

She starts talking to him. And he doesn't reply.

She was a smoker. He's a smart kid and not only does he not talk to strangers, he doesn't talk to women who look 80 but are actually only 50 because they smoke.

And then she said, "Are you a mama's boy?"

And he looked over at us like, "WTF?"

What I think she really meant by her question was, "Are you a pussy?"

Because really, all 16 month old boys are mama's boys. Honestly.