Feeling Kind of Cheeky

To quote the iconic Dora the Explorer, "Hola!" Happy Friday to everyone and I wanted to take the time to wish a belated birthday to the Olsen twins who turned 27 yesterday. They probably celebrated by smelling a birthday cake and licking a spoon that had scooped Ben & Jerrys in 1998. Fortunately, I had access to the event so here is a photo below

Happy B-Day MK and Ashley!

When my father passed away unexpectedly a few weeks ago, it was nice to see some people that I have not seen in probably 20 years. It's been years since someone has called me Suge and it was really very sweet. Although, I don't really think of myself as a Suge because the only other Suge I know is a bit more gangsta than me. One thing that struck me as odd, is that several people commented on the fact that they were surprised that my husband was cute. (Yawn). Hello! Did these peeps think I was going to marry someone who looked like Dog the Bounty Hunter? Although my husband likes this (he also likes that my ob/gyn discusses how adorable he is, but she doesn't live with him and find socks shoved in the cushions of the couch), I was a bit miffed or at least perplexed. I like to remind my husband on a frequent basis the he scored big time by landing a zany, low maintenance wife who know how to cook top ramen in the microwave and can have philosophical conversations about topics ranging from the Miami Heat, Dan Uggla's batting average, Hillary Duff's teeth, all the way to what kind of time frame we give Kim and Kanye post birth of little Northpole. Seriously. I'm one profound biyatch who happens to do a buttload of laundry. Oh, I'm sure I have some annoying qualities. Well, probably several. But isn't that part of your job as a spouse? To annoy the other? We didn't use traditional vows but I distinctly remember something about "to love and annoy until death do you part." Come on peeps. You know you do or say something that makes your spouse or SO have flashes of what their story will look like on Dateline. I know his least favorite phrase I have other than "take out the garbage." It is something along the lines of "haters gonna hate..." However, isn't that an endearing characteristic?Where is my love? Don't peeps think he landed the prize in the pinata?

And on another note, what's up with some of the ridiculous comments people make to each other?I was walking to my car and the guy at the dry cleaner leapt out of the door like Spiderman and says, "why are you wearing a sweater? It's hot." No s&*t Sherlock but I work in an office that is 35 degrees. It's not like I was wearing  a wool sweater with reindeer and sequins. Should I have pointed out that going to work nude is unacceptable in most industries? Why didn't I ask  him why he was wearing pants that were 3 inches too short? Or why wasn't the lecherous perv asking the fat guy in the suit waiting for Marta why he was sweating? Exactly. Who cares if I am wearing a sweater?

Turning off the snark machine....XO