went to liquidator world with meghan and dean last night. bought twinkies, cup’o’noodles, 99 cent bread and a shotglass that says “heather’s bar”. the total came to $6.66. is it a sign?
the three of us met mark at the pub. i was thrilled to see they had vanilla stoli behind the bar, so i switched from pale ale to stoli and coke. yum. i still don’t get why people don’t just gather friends at home to drink and socialize. it’s way cheaper. i have issues with paying $4.85 for a drink i can make at home for ninety cents. we played golf for 10-cents a point. i paid out over $13 between mark and dean. actually, i still have yet to pay mark. i ran out of cash paying my bar tab. i should have listened to my horoscope which said not to gamble yesterday.
Jeff (my husband) and I received some money at Christmas. The check amount had 666 in it. A week later I had fluid on the brain. You decide whether or not it’s a bad sign. *runs far away from Heather*
oh yeah, and satan loves you. just thought i’d let you know.
it was those twinkies, combined with the shot glass. those equal the number of the beast, for sure.
vanilla stoli! dammit! it figures i miss all the yummy stuff.
hey, i’m tired of selling my soul to scott, can i sell it to someone else, please?
You can sell it to me! My hell is much more fun than Scott’s hell.
Just have a vanilla soda and pretend it’s stolis. :)
don’t worry, you won’t be selling it to scott much longer… there’s yet another change in the works. can’t let y’all get too complacent. ;)
well…okay, then. goddess gets my soul while i drink vanilla sodas and wait impatiently for the next amazing redesign from miss heather.
i don’t know how amazing it is, but i think it’s cute.
I’ve got your soul!! I’ve got your soul!! I’ll take good care of it.
i knew you would, dear.
nobody likes me anymore..
*pout*
Who are you again?
Don’t pout!
wait, who said we didn’t like you? that is SO not true, scott. *note to self: kill the person who spilled the beans*