Yeah Monday!
Yeah Monday!
Yeah Monday!
No food today! A very very wise reader (she has fancy diplomas on her office wall to prove it) pointed out “Wait…the potluck is about food?”* But if you don’t tell Kalynne, I will point you in the direction of some snacks…
*If you would like to tell me something NOT to serve at the potluck, I get all my suggestions from the comments of this post.
Here is where Holly fits the word potluck into a popular song from the 80’s for no other reason then it makes her laugh (hopefully you didn’t miss “I want your potluck”):
I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where I find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream
And I know just where I potluck
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time’s gonna fly
And I’m never gonna tell you you can’t potluck
But I know I’ve got to give it a try
And I know the roads to potluck
And I know the ways to pain
I know all the rules and then I know how to break ’em
And then I always know the name of the game
But I don’t know how to leave you
And I’ll never let you fall
And I don’t know how you do it
Making potluck out of nothing at all
Making potluck
Out of nothing at all
Making potluck
Out of nothing at all
Making potluck
Out of nothing at all
Making potluck
Out of nothing at all
Making potluck
Out of nothing at all
Making potluck
Out of nothing at all
I am so excited. This is a Nirvana first. I think I may have actually answered a Googled question! A dear reader who I hope has become a life-long Nirvana subscriber after the thorough answer I gave to his/her question googled, “I can’t get my dog in the car”. And then they landed on my “How to get your dog in the car”! A match made in Google heaven.
What is up with Holly’s coccyx?
Ugh.
If you need an inflatable dragon slayed with balloon swords, I have just the knight for you:
Let’s find out who is Peep of the Week!
Can I just mention that I have a really hard time choosing a Peep each week because quite frankly, people who comment here are FUNNY. And this week since the postponed potluck never materialized, I have TWO weeks of funniness to consider. When I look back I am just amazed that people stop here and comment.
Thanks SO much.
*group hug*
In response to “Why Holly’s dentist is better than your dentist”:
Ok. You’re right. Your dentist is better than mine.–Elaine
and then in response to this picture from that story:
as much as i love (and dream about) holly’s animated life posts, i would be remiss if i didn’t point out that holly is clearly a young whippersnapper.
otherwise, she surely would have known that the rotary phone numbers go in the OTHER direction.–Janet
Thanks for pointing out holes in my argument, yet forfeiting the debate. Both Janet and Elaine are Peeps of the Week!
*drumroll, please*
What is in Holly’s fruitbowl?*
*If you are as much in the dark as my fruit bowl, the “Legend of Bitter Holly” can get you up to date on my fruit bowl situation.
6 pieces of fruit! 2 bananas and 4 oranges (navel)
This is all so weird. And, I’m begging you, which song from the 80’s is it? The refrain seems just familiar enough to keep me up all night, wondering. And you wouldn’t do that to a sick woman, would you?
You need to warn a girl that there’s going to be sing-a-long. I’ll try to come prepared next time with my huge crimped bangs and iridescent blue eye shadow.
Ah, Holly’s electrician must work for the same company that sent out Em’s A/C guy.
I get a call on my cell at 11:30 stating that the A/C guy sat at my house for 15 minutes, but is now leaving.
I cry: “You guys were supposed to call me 1/2 hour before he showed up.”
Dispatch Chick: “We did.”
I get home and I have a message from Disptach Chick at 11:15 “We are now dispatching the A/C guy.”
Er? You do the math.
Note to Dispatch Chick – time stamps on voice mails are a beeyotch. Now send the guy back out to my house!!!
Em
Great. Now I am going to be singing that song all day long.
Thanks for the link to the fruitbowl history. Now I not only feel in the loop, but I’m laughing my ass off.
Oh, you always make me laugh.
Ha! How did you find the time to write the potluck song?! I don’t have time to rhyme two lines 😉
I’m still focusing on your coccyx. Not because I’m like that, but I just like saying it.
“Coccyx, Coccyx, Coccyx, all the way home.” Ha Ha. I crack myself up.
I am with Stephanie. I hate you for that, ya know…was that Air Supply? I thought it was a chick. But I was drunk during the 80’s, so don’t depend on me…
…out of nothing at all…AGGGH!
Wow I amazed that fruit is actually in your fruit bowl. 😮