Haha what? No. That doesn't sound like me. I shall have desserts for dinner and then Ryan and I shall go to Serendipity for desserts. And then on Friday we shall drive to the rehearsal dinner location. Guess who is staying with us Friday night?
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So I'm sure I'll come away from New York with all sorts of stories for you.
But anyway, since I have quatrillion things to do today to get ready for this trip, this post is going to be a mini one. A brief conversation with my husband, in which we make up a new slang phrase.
Lauren: Aargh this is so annoying.
Ryan: Huh? Sorry what did you say? Something about an oink?
Lauren: No I did not say something about an oink you dummy. I said this is so annoying because someone finished the peanut butter and put it back in the cabinet so that when I made my grocery list yesterday I did not think we needed more peanut butter.
Ryan: Was that person you?
Lauren: I don't know Ryan, I don't remember everything I do.
Ryan: You might want to see a doctor about that.
Lauren: Seeing a doctor at this point is pretty much inevitable anyway because without peanut butter I can not eat an apple today and you know what they say..."No apples today and then the doctor comes."
Ryan: That is not the saying at all.
Lauren: Ugh why do you have to be so an oink all the time?
Ryan: Great.
Lauren: It's your fault you know, if you were a better listener this never would have happened.
That's all for today Blogstalkers, and now I must go. Because you know what's really an oink? When one day before you leave for New York your husband wakes you up from a delightful dream in which you are sitting on a stool eating a lollipop and singing "Lollipop Lollipop Oh Lolly Lolly Lolly," and tells you that the pocket of his suit is torn and needs to be sewn and then you get into a small fight because apparently it is rude to shout "Why are you so bedraggled!?" out the window at your leaving-for-work-spouse when you go to find his suit to fix the pocket and notice that there is also a button missing from the jacket.
Anything an oink in your live right now?
Also I know I still owe all of you the 'Bird Rap' I wrote and mentioned in this post, but honestly I only wrote the first couple of stanzas for the bird funeral and I'm having a difficult time finishing it, so I need a couple of more days and a couple of more fits of inspiration before my rap is 100% complete.
I was just there! Say hi to New York for me. Tell it I miss it's Nutella-stuffed croissants dearly.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely. I will eat a Nutella-stuffed croissant in your honor.
DeleteAnd maybe a couple more drinks to finish your rap extravaganza....... Just a suggestion! Have fun this weekend!
ReplyDeleteFuck yeah, here is a thing that is an oink: Having my contractor cancel on me at 4 p.m. the day before he's supposed to come out and do some shit around the house, thus ensuring we can't move our furniture around before the hubs goes out of town, *after* another contractor moved heaven and earth on her own dime to make everything ready for this guy today. Bastard.
ReplyDeletean oink? most of my staff but today the one who has: been talking louder & LOUDER and OVER the people she's talking to on the phone, has argued (loudly) with my software vendor enven though SHE'S wrong about what HIS program WON'T do and who is now talking LOUDLY on the phone while stuffing her face with goldfish (cracker variety.) i'm ready for a drink.
ReplyDeleteBAHAHAH bedraggled. But at least he was wearing a shirt right?
ReplyDeleteA deer tried to kill me yesterday and now I have to pay my everlovin' deductible to get my car fixed. Luckily I thought ahead and added car rental to my policy back in Feb. so the majority of that will be covered. But still an oink.
ReplyDeleteI DID have an oink. But it was cancelled out by cheer up flowers from Hubs. So cute I almost hate myself for mentioning it.
ReplyDeleteAlso I have an ear infection and I suspect I am strep-y.
ReplyDeleteThe Deer's oink - a car tried to kill me yesterday but luckily I gave it my ear infection and probably strep. eheheh, sorry, couldn't help it. Feel better.
DeleteI sang I like big butts to my husband when he got out of the shower this morning. He proceeded to make excuses and then claimed we both needed to diet. Then I cried and made him feel AWFUL. Oink enough? lol
ReplyDeleteI did however tell him that my CUTE butt is in my genetics. Now, everyone knows we can't go backtrackin' on those guys!
oooo OJ is sooo dreamy... I love posts with pictures of him included.. well I love your posts but even more with OJ... *dreamy sigh*
ReplyDeletepeople i work with who don't do their jobs correctly are an oink.
ReplyDeleteso are friends who are marrying guys they shouldn't and are just settling.
on the brigt side of things, you wished me happy birthday on my facebook yesterday. which totally made my day. probably also made my weekend. and might have made my life. THANK YOU!
enjoy new york! you better take a picture of that truffle-stuffed short rib burger for me. that would doubly make my life. :) have fun!
Um, WHAT the oink (because I feel that word can also be used that way) is that on his finger?? He either has one hell of a sugar mama/daddy or he slipped an fell in a Claire's and accidentally got that oversized ring stuck on his finger.
ReplyDeleteI mean, I love it, but what the oink!
It's an oink that I need to finish the report cards for my class and have zero motivation to do them. Oh, and of course I also have to make plans for next week, write a newsletter, fill out ten trillion pointless forms, prepare for conferences, attend two trillion pointless meetings, etc.
ReplyDeleteI needed the photo of OJ today. It was literally the high point of my day Lauren. Now that class is in session I have like zero time to read anything that I find interesting or titilating, so forgive my absence. It's not you Lauren, it's me.
ReplyDeleteWant to hear a total oink? My husband and daughter went on a field trip today, where they got to go rock climbing, run an obstacle course, and ride horses. And she got to make fire! A FREAKIN FIELD TRIP! I, however had to work, so no ponies for me. This makes me sad. This makes the ponies sad. Total oink.
Migraunes are an oink today. I was having great difficulty explaining what was wrong to my roommate. (Not so good at the talking-in-audible-tones thing right now, or the standing-upright thing.) But at least now I have a way of expressing the pain: Oink! Oink! Oink!
ReplyDelete.. And by "migraunes" I meant "migraines." Oops. Can you tell I'm typing in the dark?
ReplyDeleteOJ :)
ReplyDeleteIt's good you were clear about the sleeping arrangements. If you hadn't taken care of all those loop holes you might have found yourself sleeping in the hallway while they shared the bed.
ReplyDeletean oink! My an oink for this week was similar to the peanut butter in that Brian finished off the milk. So,that morning, without knowing about his CRIME, I happily skip over to the pantry, and get my bowl and my chocolaty delight cereal and then go to the fridge....and BAM. No Milk. Then sad face. Then me yelling. :)
ReplyDeleteAlso, have so much fun in NYC!
ReplyDeleteNo big oinks in my life lately. Just waiting what feels like forever to quit my crappy job and start my much less crappy job!
ReplyDeleteMy main oink would be the never-ending barrage of political ads on tv and the radio. I live in a major swing state and I just can't escape them. Cannot wait for Nov. 6.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous time in the city! You can pretend to be Carrie Bradshaw all weekend, buying Manolos and calling Ryan "Mr. Big."