Sunday - very hot.
Humid, sweaty, don’t move hot.
Fruit beer, football, porch.

Monday - holiday.
Bike riding in Milan, Mich,
then Vodka and book.

Tuesday - first school day.
Mythology, Forensics,
Favorite classes.

Wednesday - ran again.
Six a.m. is too early
to try exercise.

Thursday - meetings day.
Dealing with the same old shit.
Vodka and Limeade!

Friday - Groceries.
Done with work at 4 o’clock
Maybe wine tonight?

Saturday - To Do.
Football, visit Mom and Dad,
Real beer this time.

—- For a four-day week, it’s been a hella long one.  Here’s to:  sleeping in this weekend, the cooler temperatures of Autumn drifting in, finding a good book to read, naps,  no meetings for two days, peace and quiet in the house right now, Marshall beating Wisconsin (we can hope) and fuzzy cat bellies. —-

Images courtesy of www.slashfood.com, www.milanchamber.org, Mr. Hot, unknown, www.rumcocktailrecipes.com, www.tcbusinessnews.com. www.leiniecraftbeer.com.

I know! You’re wondering, “Where is The Past in Polaroids”?  Well, y’all, I forgot it was Monday.  I was lucky to remember my name after the sucky beer and then Rock Band with Shortman and Mr. Hot.   (Shoot me if I drink fruity beer ever (EVER) again.)

And I have to do the August new commenters.  (Hi y’all!  I haven’t forgotten, promise!)

And show you pictures of my new hair.  (Picked up this morning while massively hung over.)

Shortman starts school tomorrow.  (So do the boys across the street.  Hmmmm.)

We still haven’t heard what’s going on with C (although 24 is over at his house now).

The Blissfully Domestic relaunch (look for my words of wisdom under “Parenting” - although I’m writing about Working from Home) happens tomorrow.

Oh yes, it’s September.   (Sob.)

—- Now, I’m going to answer emails.  It’s going to be an early night tonight. —-

So glad it’s Friday.
This week’s complaints and whining
Wore me the fuck out.

Unnecessary
though that f-bomb really was
it felt so damn good.

That’s about as much creativity as I have today.  And since I hate to be one of the whiners that wear YOU the {insert gratutious f-bomb here} out, I’m going to try to keep it short.

Mr. Hot’s ex-wife.  Tuition.  Hate.

People. Who. Still. Want. To. Argue. That. Damn. Process. Massive Hatey-hate.

Kid down the street.  New driver.  New-to-him truck.  Fifty miles per hour down our little dirt road.  Hate.

Zits. Wrinkles.  At 45. Double hate.

Okay, short enough?  Now for some good stuff, okay?

…..

……….crickets…….

Oh, wait!  I don’t have to work Monday!  Yay!

And…um….

Eastern Michigan won their football opener last night.  And I was there!

And…sigh…

I really am completely brain dead today.  So, I leave you with this:

more graph humor and song chart memes

—- Oh mah holy hell.  Mr. Hot just informed me that we’re meeting 24’s significant other tomorrow. I guess I’ll have a post for this weekend after all! —-

Here’s a sampling from the past seven days of what brought people to My Life as a Hotfessional. Oh mah holy hell y’all -

Best comeback ever also, best come back ever, and the best comebacks ever, and best comeback: Really? C’mon - I’m not even good at comebacks. I’m the world’s worst in real life. I am married to a champion smartass though. Maybe you should tell me what you need need a comeback for, and I’ll ask Mr. Hot.

Crown Vintage DSW , also “Crown Vintage Shoes” and “Crown Vintage” shoes: Y’all, it’s like the biggest mystery ever. Similar to “Where is Jimmy Hoffa“, “Who was Jack the Ripper?” and “Who Shot J.R.?” Apparently, the answer is: “Jeffrey Campbell“. No, he didn’t kill J.R., nor was he Jack the Ripper. He’s not hiding Jimmy Hoffa, but appears to be the designer hiding himself under the Crown Vintage label. There ya go.

Ree: For those of you looking for the Pioneer Woman…nope, she’s not here. She’s in Oklahoma someplace on a ranch. I’m in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She has a cute basset hound named “Charlie”. I have a chocolate lab/daschund mix (yes, I know…about 17 kinds of wrong there) whose proper name is Skeeter, but is more commonly referred to as “Poopy”. Oh, and my husband has never ridden a horse in his life.

how to talk dirty to your husband pillow: I’m a bit confused about this “husband pillow” business. I like to talk dirty to my husband, but I find it works better if I say it to him rather than to his pillow. He gets all excited when I whisper little nasties into his ear. His pillow, though, just lays there.

car took pictures of my house, also somebody taking pictures of my house and why would someone take pictures of my ho, and y are people taking pictures of my house and somebody taking pictures of my house: Yea, they did. And yet, I never got that coveted “Best landscaping” nomination. Of course, the good thing is that we also haven’t had a burglary.

am ture photos: Um. I’m hoping that this person just had a sticky “a” key.

what i wore the day i lost my virginity: I don’t remember, except that at some point, it was very, very little! But I would hope that I wouldn’t be able to Google it, either.

nun also nun sister hot and my hot sister wants 2 fuck me: I knew I was going to go to Hell for that post.

chin burns from making out and queer eye how to shave a beard: My guess is that after searching for the first phrase, you searched for the second one, right??? Here’s a suggestion - aloe is very soothing.

—- One of my favorites though, is “Frankenmuth Babes Hot” because, dude. No. Just. … No. Oh, and you with the “Gramma Gums Sex” - please let me give you the number of a therapist. —-

Oh mah holy hell, it’s 4-oh-freakin’-9 in the afternoon! Where did the day go?!?

Wait, I can probably figure this out.

• 7:50 am - 8:00 am: Eating cereal at my desk and trying to keep the cat hair out of the bowl.
• 8:01 am - 8:30 am: Catching up on emails from my non-blog email address. See one from Mr. Hot’s ex-wife (she only communicates with me) asking when she should expect the $3500 for the 20-year-old’s Junior year at that school in Morganhole.
• 8:31 am - 10:37 am: Fume. Not because she only communicates with me. Not because I have to pay this bill (because I knew what I signed up for when I married this man). Not because of the cost (because, let’s face it, y’all, $3500 for a year’s worth of a 4-year-University means that my stepdaughter is getting scholarship money out the wazoo…and this is much cheaper than it could be.) No, I fume because I fume every fuckin’ time I have to deal with this woman. It’s a gut instinct and I’ve tried for 17 years to NOT feel this way, so it’s unlikely that it’s going to change now. (Oh, I also read blogs to try to regain some sense of humor.)
• 10:38 am - 11:15 am: Try to balance my checkbook. Repeatedly. Am out of balance by $241.57
• 11:16 am - 11:17 am: Find out that although the balance on the online banking screen has updated, not all of the cleared transactions have. Find $241.57 worth of transactions.  (Have I mentioned I work for a Financial Institution?)
• 11:17 am - 11:45 am: EAT. (nom nom) Good thing it still hurts to go up and down the stairs or I’d have eaten more. But I carried my bowl of leftovers up to my office and didn’t want to go down and then up again to get seconds (and possibly thirds.)
• 11:45 am - 12:30 pm: Try to work. Y’know, at the job they pay me for. I mean, follow-ups and answering emails and shit.
• 12:30 pm - 12:45 pm: Have meeting to discuss some of the follow-up items.
• 1:00 pm - 2:00 pm: Listen to conference call. (While listening: Read blogs. Worry about Shortman’s class schedule. Think about hiring a Spanish tutor. Watch everyone leave the house to go do physical things. Curse my painful foot.)
• 2:01 pm - 4:00 pm: Write summary on some issues for my boss. Plan dinner  with Nancy and MommyTime for tomorrow.
• 4:01 pm - 4:07 pm: Talk to Mr. Hot about dinner tonight. (No thanks, I’m feeling a little fat.) Talk to Mr. Hot about the shapely asses on the U.S. Women’s Water Polo team (Thanks again…now I’m definitely feeling fat.)
• 4:08 pm: Realize I don’t have a post ready.
• 4:09 pm - 4:30 pm: Tell Shortman that he’s NOT dropping Spanish before school even starts. Remind him that he just finished playing tennis and ewwwwwww….a shower may be in order. (But that’s okay - appetite sufficiently killed.)
• 4:32 pm - Hit Save and preview.
• 4:41 pm - Finish fixing typos.  Think of closing line.

—- 4:42 pm.  Hit Publ —-