callbacks and farts – things that matter
Thought I tweaked out on the soup commercial.
Got a callback, at least. First right of refusal, even. Which leads to relief, happiness, confusion and hopeful panic. I think I must be at my best when I’m clueless and rusty. ”Clueless and Rusty” a new cop drama on CBS. Staring Martin Sheen and some dog. (Not Fran Drescher. I kid, I kid… I love Fran Drescher. In “Spinal Tap.”)
I spent the holiday at The Boyfriend’s family’s house. I was surrounded by foods made of butter and cheese and a cute 6 mo. old baby that would rip a fart loud enough to make a grizzly bear blush. It sounded like a lot of doors were opening until you checked out the little bugger’s smug expression. The 6 (and 3/4) year-old did a good job at following suit, er, toot. Nearly levitated herself off the couch a few times with her rocket-butt. So there was a lot of eating and a lot of farting. God bless us, everyone. What the hell kind of update is this? Fart. Farty fart fart fart… fart.
We also got a real live Xmas tree like real live adults do. The smell of pine and hand-me-down decorations made a slight dent in my normal case of the bah-humbugs. Not working Black Friday has also helped. I’ve spent my days off crocheting additional ornaments and tree skirts and now have arthritic snaggle fingers. I should be doing more things like music, sketching out some Etsy drawing ideas, and editing a children’s story I unearthed from an archived email, but there’s crocheting and fart talk to be had, dammit.
