Sunday Sillies.

Last night I unblocked like a mofo and was up until 7 am (yes, three hours ago. I've had three hours sleep but I feel fine. Really.) making lovely earrings. I'm sure everyone is now breathing many sighs of relief. P.S., I'm not thinking about the shed at all. Nope. Not even a little. In fact-- what shed? Huh? I don't even know what I'm talking about. There is no unfinished shed in the backyard taunting me. Uh uh. Who needs to lay down some gravel and frame out a foundation? Not The Kid! No way, Jose. I'm just fine and dandy not thinking about the shed at all.

Today is the day of rest so, instead of my usual bullshit, here are some of my Sunday Thoughts-- TV Commercial Division.

• I wish my husband took Cialis. Not because he has trouble getting a boner but because it would be nice to end up on a beach or out camping whenever he does get one.
• I'll never eat PB&J sandwiches at the beach again. I don't wanna be tasty to sharks.
• If you pay me in gum I will kick your ass, I don't care how many layers it has.
• Back to school commercials in July are almost as stupid as Christmas commercials before Halloween.