Nothing About Death; A Little About Pizza
Papa John's needs to stop sending me "internet special" pizza offers via email. Why? Because they won't take Internet orders at my Papa John's. So instead of enticing me to order up a pie, they taunt me.
I'm going to this party tonight and I'm nervous. Very nervous. But from what I've read, so is most everyone else. It's gonna be like a fifth grade dance.
No Battlestar Galactica emmy nominations? Feh.
posted by Kat Coble @ 1:00 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
The Emmy's are officially dead to me
No Lauren Graham
No Mary McDonnell
No Battlestar
No Kristin Bell
No LOST
No Rainn Wilson
Take your new rules and shove it, Emmy.
I soooo wish I was going tonight! I could techically go from about 5:30 - 6:30 but David already has the kids tonight so that I can bunco from 7-9 and that's just pushing it.
(I committed to sub for someone tonight, otherwise I'd be very tempted to blow it off!)
Just think of a good Grandpa Jim lifter-upper speech and you'll be good. Besides, if Liz can start over in Toronto and trust that Paul won't be going ga ga over Susan up north, we can survive this party.
Yes, I'm a total nerd.
ag, you are SOOOO not kidding.
Your list is my personal Emmy Favourites!
Malia, I totally wish you were going to be there. I find it fishy that you'll pass up the liquor for a dice game.
jag,
Girl. Please. Grandpa Jim's been buying cemetary plots lately, and talking about rationing his ashes. That is SO not going to cheer me up! ;-p
Post a Comment
<< Home