The neighbor came and loaned this thing to The Mr.
Now he is vacuuming our lawn.
The suburbs are wack, yo?
Just Sayin’.
Category Archives: Just Sayin’
October 19, 2013 · 1:14 pm
Boys and toys. Just Sayin’.
October 17, 2013 · 5:52 am
I’M AWAKE! Just Sayin’.
It appears that Jr’s new thing is releasing a single, blood-curdling scream while completely asleep.
Usually around 4:00 a.m.
He is not even minorly disturbed by these incidents.
I, however, am left, eyes as big as dinner plates, panting and shaking and the awakest any human has ever been.
“Baby” the Keurig is going to get the workout of her coffeemaker life today.
Just Sayin’.
October 5, 2013 · 9:32 am
Trapped. Just Sayin’.
At least once a week the child-proof thingy on the door becomes a Keri-proof thingy that I have to disassemble before I can get out.
Just Sayin’.
October 3, 2013 · 10:02 am
Yoga? Noga. Just Sayin’.
I concur with my girlfriend’s happy hour observation that all of the moms doing school drop off in yoga pants are most likely NOT either going to or coming from any kind of workout every morning.
The new Stepford Wife wears Lululemon and a perfect ponytail instead of apron and pearls.
Just Sayin’.
September 26, 2013 · 2:27 pm
Easy, Neighborhood Watch. Just Sayin’ .
If you see a person dressed for the office walking a dog down the street in the city around mid-day, it’s just a lunch hour poop n’ cruise.
Rover needs to go, NBD.
But a woman walking a dog around the ‘burbs at high noon wearing a wrap dress and kicky shoties, (or anything other than full-blown coordinating workout wear, actually?)
Well, judging from the jaw-slacked stares, an ailen landing in the pocket park would be less shocking.
It isn’t that I’m overdressed for my workout walk.
He won’t make in his own lawn, people, but I have a 1pm face-to-face at the office.
I’m not casing the joint in my flipping Franco Sarto heels with my dog as “cover”, FFS.
Just Sayin’.
Reluctantly Suburban 