Da-yum. I worked all day. I've typed my fingers to the bone today. To the bone, I tell you.
Oh yeah, it rained all day. Holy Cow. And I don't think it hit 100 degrees yet. I'm just full of the explitives and exaggerations today, aren't I?
The real story? I worked from 8:00 to 4:15, and it rained this morning. But it's been cloudy all day. That counts. And I really don't think it hit 100 degrees, but I haven't seen it anywhere, so I guess I'm basing it on just looking out the window or something really scientific like that.
Barnaby is going to be late because they're busting some perv in a park that is going there to meet with a juenile and do lewd things, I'm sure. Those pervs are everywhere. What is it with all the pervs these days, the water? Global warming? Jehod? I don't even know what that last one is for sure or if I even spelled it right.
I'm going to attempt to make myself a super-secret recipe, supposedly Starbucks', for a Frappacino. I've tried to make them before, but it doesn't work. The ice separates from the coffee and it's just not the same. This super-secret recipe has pectin in it. Supposedly that is the super-secret, 007, secret squirrel, double agent ingredient. But you didn't hear it from me. All I know is if they can make it, there's got to be a way to do it at home. I spend way too much money on Frappacinos. They probably cost 50 cents to make. Where is the symbol key for cents? Anybody? Why is there a ~ key and not a cent key? What is a ~ anyway? Does anybody use that? And what about this: ^? What is that? Gah!
Well, I see over on Fox News that they are not filing any charges against that creepy John K*rr guy because his DNA didn't match the crime scene DNA. And after all the hoopla I watched and listened to all last week! I still think the father did it. Momma knew something too.
Watched the Emmy's. Liked it. Conan did a good job. Julia Louie Dryfus wore the ugliest dress. It would have been okay without that black sling-like thing going underneath her unbelievably tiny boobs. What was that thing? How could she look at that in the mirror and say, "Hmmm, I look hot! That black, sling-like thing is gorgeous!" Dumbass.
Blogger won't let me upload a picture of her and her dress. Hate.
Oh, and I think my gallbladder is going bad. I guess I need to go to the d-d-d-doctor and s-s-see what the d-d-d-deal is.