Dear Me,
Uh, this is only your second post this week. What gives?
Me: Uh, like, this is my blog and I'll post when I want. Why didn't you post?
Dear Me: Well, I did write two guest posts this week.
Me: Ya, did that all by yourself, did you?
Dear Me: Whatever. How's that Wii game you rented that you've been playing non-stop?
Me: Bite it. And speaking of guest blogs, you've only done one of them.
Dear Me: I know what I'm going to do for it now. I just have to type it up.
Me: Uh huh. In between playing that game, finishing this post and trying to watch a movie tonight?
Dear Me: Blow me! It's not going to take that long and besides, I don't need to send it to her until tomorrow.
Me: *laughing* Oh ya, heard that before.
Dear Me: What?
Me: Just means you'll be up past midnight trying to pull something together and then you'll go to bed and be pissed that you didn't get any writing done and that you're too tired to read.
Dear Me: *finger*
Me: Ya ya, that's it. Just walk away, princess! You're such a baby sometimes!
Dear Me: *muffled shout*
Me: Sorry, can't hear you, little girl! What a pansy-ass. I'm outta here.
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I've been reading 2-3 pages at night before I fall asleep. I remember when it was half the book.
ReplyDeleteare you still talking to yourself freak???? What Wii game are you playing? I have been hooked on Wii Active, kicking my ass into shape. Think I might start the Dear so and so letters.....
ReplyDeleteI often talk to myself. Unfortunately my conversations with myself are usually not this humorous.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it will all get done . . . sooner or later.
You call yourself a "little girl" when your mad. Nice. I am a lot more graphic and cuss at myself. This usually occurs in the shower in the morning to psych myself off for school :-)
ReplyDeleteFunny how my Dear Me is just as delightful when I don't get things done. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for doing Dear So and So, Pansy-ass.
ReplyDeleteYou didn't start punching yourself in the face, did you?
ReplyDeleteY'know, they do have medication for this sort of thing...
ReplyDeleteGood one. . . let's all give ourselves the *finger* every once in a while. It's good for us!!!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you're suffering from blogger's guilt. I can relate. Someone needs to make a pill for that.
ReplyDeleteCan't...fight...the Wii. It's too powerful.
ReplyDeleteDear Supreme Leader:
ReplyDeleteDid you know your husband is talking to himself in written word?
Concerned,
Jen
I agree with yourself. You are a pansy ass. But you aren't.
ReplyDeleteThat made my head hurt. I need a beer.
Dear Supreme Leader,
ReplyDeletePlease hide the Wii.
Thx!
Needing more entertainment...
You tell 'em, tiger....
ReplyDeleteFeeling a little schizophrenic today?
ReplyDeleteDear Me:
ReplyDeleteDude, that guest post isn't going to write itself. Please tell me you aren't turning in the one for the Un-Mom early? I'll have to do something drastic and that is never a good thing.
Michele
I talked to myself today too. I didn't call myself a pansy-ass. But I did talk to myself.
ReplyDeleteCan you do a guest post for me? Or have your nephew catch another fish and post about it on my blog? I could use the additional comments. In return, I will provide pictures of hot Asian women which you can post on your blog.
ReplyDeleteI have a bad habit of talking to myself at work. Most people have learned to just ignore me. Including me!
ReplyDeleteAnd also, Procrastinators Unite!!
ReplyDeletewait a minute! We can get our people to do our posts FOR us!?!?
ReplyDeleteWhy wasn't I told about this earlier!? YOU KNOW HOW LAZY I AM!!
I used to love the Wii, until i did the wii fit and it called me fat. Jackass floating head.
working your poor fingers to the bone are ya
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good talk.
ReplyDeletesometimes you just have to remind yourself who's boss and who's a pansy-ass girly man.
ReplyDeleteyou call that a post?? come on, pansy-ass.. pull your shit together. ;)
ReplyDeletedear son: you are getting a little weird, hate to tell you,
ReplyDeletebut there it is.
Is it a Wii game or workout?
Important question, if you're working out it makes you a little
less weird. not much, but a little.
I think there's a pill you can take for that...
ReplyDeleteShouldn't there be two or three more voices in there?
ReplyDeleteBooks? what are those?
ReplyDeleteTalk to yourself, play with yourself,ahhh, it's all the same!LOL!
ReplyDeleteYour output has been as sparse as mine lately. What gives? I read something somewhere about you getting kneed in the groin this morning by a 4yo? That'll mess with your bloggy mojo. You douchecanoe. Thanks for that, btw. I totally replaced my usual "douchelicker" with it and it's gotten great results.
ReplyDeleteSo, which Wii game?
ReplyDeleteWhat? I'm trying to get a dialogue going here, so you have someone else to talk to.
Uh, Lady Mama? Where's your blog?
ReplyDeleteHa ha...that was funny...no it wasn't...yes it was...I read it in the car to T-hub on the way back to the house....we're deciding on if it was funny...my comment, we both laughed, it was funny. :p
ReplyDeleteTalking to yourself is fun but giving the *finger* to yourself is even better.
ReplyDeleteyeah, I hear ya.....tough week. I don't what worse, talking to yourself or answering...just saying.
ReplyDeleteWay to give it to him! Er, you. Er, WTF?
ReplyDeleteteehee .. "Dear Me: *finger*"
ReplyDeleteI love that .. I've had that kind of conversation with myself.
I have similar arguments every day.
ReplyDeleteAnd I always win.
GETTIT?
You’re only a pansy-ass if you’re holding a microphone instead of a Wiimote and singing along to High School Musical.
ReplyDeleteYa know, we have medications for people like you.......
ReplyDeleteYou guys don't get along too well, eh?
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