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This is what’s been floating around in my head for the past week. I need to clear it out to make room for more.
While I was out at The Daily Show last week celebrating my birthday, some beautiful flowers arrived from 1-800-FLOWERS, sent by my Mom, sister Cara and her husband Kel, and sister Una and her wife Nana. Aren’t they beautiful?
I sing in a choir on Sundays, and this is my seventh season with them. Sometimes the service gets a little slow, what with all the announcements and such, and this week a new game was born: let’s see what we can text to Amy to get her to laugh during the service. Unfortunately, I’m a pretty easy target. Once I get into a giggly mood I have to think of really, really horrible things to stop. It was awful, I was thinking of the most horrific things I could, and I still couldn’t keep a straight face. If I believed in hell, I’m sure I’d be going there on an express train.
Thanks to my friend Dana, I’ve finally found an electoral map that I can understand.
From the NY Post:
All they need now is Simon.
Afghanistan has launched its own version of “American Idol,” a program called “Koran-Star,” which asks 250 contestants to read long passages from the Islamic holy book until one finalist stands alone.
The show is hugely popular, with the finals grabbing 80 percent of all viewers in its time slot. The first winner, Uzra Mohamedi, 16, got $4,000, a vinyl sofa and a trip to Dubai.
I’ve finally gotten around to using my Facebook page. I’ve had one for a while, but didn’t pay any attention to it. Now that I’ve been posting on it I decided to use the friend finder, thinking that maybe a few people in my address book were on Facebook. Actually, 289 of them are. Man, do I have some catching up to do.
Originally posted on Selfish Mom