"I Ate At Wendy's

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And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt!" - I say there's a market out there for this slogan. Then again, I say a lot of things that're off the wall/charts...

Minorly sleep-depped this morn. (SO worth it, I say.) Just realized a couple of hours ago that I've got another teacher friend who's schedule now matches mine (summer off as of this week), so now I've got a zombie/ lunch play date for o'morrow: yay! (I recently missed a free screening of the Undead and will miss a freebie Land o' Dead this w'end so must go out and pay matinee prices to keep abreast of the workings of those that groan "Brains!"*) Unfortunately, he also wants his 4th Firefly DVD back. My apartment has swallowed it, so I must now go purchase the entire season myself and return the final disc to him, which should trigger the reappearance of his 4th disc (which will become mine). Mini-grumble, mostly *shrug*...sh!t happens.

Something delightful things happen. Mega-recent events fall squarely into this category. Pleased & contented sum up how I'm feeling right now.

Note to self: take the Pleasure Chest dice OUT of my pocket before visiting w/fambily this w'end!

* What did the elderly stick-loving zombie moan? Canes!
What did the sick-puppy zombie moan? Great Danes! (Or Claire Danes...or both)
What did the stocking fetishist zombie moan? Hanes!
What did the horsehair loving zombie moan? Manes!

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Note to self: take the Pleasure Chest dice OUT of my pocket before visiting w/fambily this w'end!
Party pooper! ;P