Redheads and Peacocks

Oh Ma Gawd.

I woke up yesterday with a buggered up back.

I have no idea what I did, but it hurt so bad, it's like ... if the house were to have caught on fire, I would have just laid there and let it burn around me.

The first part of the morning I was all but on my hands and kness, but by mid afternoon I'd taken enough medication that I was able to walk, but looked like a crippled old drag queen.

I feel better today, but it makes me so mad that it hurts at all.

It's the end of summer and I have so much I want to get done outside and I don't even have a child around to pester me while I do it, and then I end up with all these aches and pains and bad bones and brains.

Whatever.

Ok, so yesterday while I was lying in my Craftmatic fully adjustable king size bed and flipping through the channels, I ended up on Kathy Griffin some kind of comedy hour.

I have never paid any attention to her  because I always thought she was just a loud mouth.

She is.

But, she is also very funny.

So funny.

She doesn't care who she says what about or how offensive it is, she just says it.

The part I thought was so funny about her though is that she talks about how these "big Named" people talk about her, and she's just fine with it.

When she was talking about Martha Stewart and Barbara Walters and how irritated they were with her, I almost wet my great big bed.

So, Kathy Griffin, my new favorite.

I found baby peacocks on Craigslist last night.

Ten dollars each.

I need to super sweet talk the spouse into getting some before they're gone.

It's not like he would ever tell me no, we just need to skip all the back and forth of letting him think he really has a say in it, and then in the end be a good husband and "give in."

We need to go straight to "if it's my idea, it's a good idea" now get your ass in the truck we're going to get some peacocks and maybe a pig.

Ok, he's awake now, I need to get to work.

Peas Out.