keep your fried baloney hole shut

I had to write that down quickly before I forgot it. I've been intrigued lately with lines from sit-coms. They may not be great literature but they make me laugh out loud.

The food network doesn't have a news show. That's another one.

We had a good time at the parade. It started at 6:00 and I was home in the living room by 6:28. I got a bouncy ball that lights up when you whack it on something. There was a blow-up snowman in the back of a convertible that honestly scared the crap out of me. It looked like something from a Tim Burton movie.

Tomorrow will be a busy day: groceries, massage, liquor store, house cleaning, cooking. Why do I leave everything for the last minute? I have a menu, a grocery list...but that's it. No plan.

Sycophant is one of my new favorite words. Along with ennui. If you can use both in a sentence, leave a comment.

Comments

Anonymous said…
The sycophant suffered a bout of ennui when he discovered that the person he had hoped would bring him wealth and fame by association had just been indicted for illegal financial activities.(Bad sentence, I know, but the best I can do after 9:00 at night.)
9:30 PM
Anonymous said…
Joanne, it's now 10:00 and I'm having a hard time using ANY TWO words in the same sentence, much less high-falutin' lingo that Teresa wants people to toss around like some light-up ball or something.
10:00 PM
Anonymous said…
She really doesn't talk like that and she cannot spell either. I think sycophant is really spelled psychophant and the psycho lost his phat pants so he is now feeling some ennui.
1:46 PM
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