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christmas fundraising time

It’s that time. My Christmas tree is up, half of my Christmas shopping is done, so that can only mean one thing – it’s time to start fundraising for the 2007 Susan G Komen Breast Cancer 3 Day. Surely you were expecting it.

Just as we did last year, we’re selling Christmas holiday cookies to get our fundraising off to a big start.

Orders for chocolate chip, shortbread or peanut butter blossom cookies can be placed at teamboobylicious.com. This year, we’re charging $6/dozen or $25 for 5 dozen.

Local people: we’ll deliver cookies to you at no additional charge, beginning 12/18. You can pay with cash or check at the time of delivery.

Non-local people: heck yes, we’ll ship them to you. Just add $6 to your total and we can figure out the easiest payment option for you.

Wendy’s hometown people: Riley Pants and I can personally and gladly hand-deliver your cookies the weekend before Christmas!

If you’d like to pass along this information to your friends and/or family, feel free to download either the JPG version of our flyer of the PDF version if you’d like to print it out and hang it on every telephone pole you can possibly find.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Just visit teamboobylicious.com or email me, because seriously? I could talk about The 3 Day for 2098 hours straight. Really.

gross is an understatement

My plan was to come home today and write about my lovely Thanksgiving weekend, but the idea was thwarted pretty hardcore when I walked into the normally somewhat pleasant apartment I live in and realized it smelled of human waste. Perhaps that’s because the shower drain had backed up, soaking my entire bathroom floor (along with the pile of dirty clothes I had left in it to wash when I got home). It really looks like dried up shit caked in my shower floor, too. That’s the neat thing about it.

But the super neat thing about it? It’s gotta be the smell. Other peoples shit? SO PLEASANT.

I have to pee really bad right now, but there’s no chance in hell I’m going into that bathroom anytime soon. I’m not too proud to either hang my ass over the balcony or go to the gas station until the smell of ass leaves my apartment. Unfortunately, I don’t think the caked-on crap is going to clear itself up anytime soon.

I’ll accept all offers to clean it, though. Really.

I take that back. The maintenance man is now in my bathroom cleaning out my shower. How generous.