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But you know, everything looks better after a good weekend's sleep

Or so I keep trying to tell myself.

Persistence slept in until 7:30, which is a good hour later (adjusted time) at least than her usual.

In exchange, our big family TV blew its tube.

Now that's what I call a fair exchange, not to mention how appreciative I am that God brought the smiting in within the hour. I can now go about the rest of my day with a clear mind.

If you need me...I'll be driving to a little somewhere in my totally unsafe Check Engine light on car (appointment this week) to find a bruja to get some gris gris.

Or maybe I'll just drive on over to my friend Melissa's to hand back her Curse of Entropy.

If you simply need to see me using my words...

Come celebrate (or denigrate) my lifelong love of my OCD and Barbie as I explain how I am a total hypocrite about porn star Barbie.

If Barbie isn't to your taste, feel free to learn about how I know there is a God, math, and the upswing in the onset of the Curse of Entropy.

If you prefer a more political flavor, come see to MOMocrats to see what I think Democrats need to do to win over the independents in the presidential election.
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Melissa said…
I'm sorry. I had no idea that merely being in my presence would lead to this. I'll see what I can do for you...
March 10, 2008 at 9:20 AM
Anonymous said…
Find that witch! This has got to stop.
March 10, 2008 at 11:27 AM
le35 said…
Melissa's entropic curse seems to be spreading to all her blog readers. My dryer and stove have gone out since starting to read her blog, and my dishwasher is on its last legs, so we had to buy one of those today, too. I vote that you ride the rickshaw over to Melissa's. . . ;)
March 10, 2008 at 12:40 PM
Kat said…
And now your tv??? Sheesh!!! Make it stop!!!!
March 10, 2008 at 1:54 PM
Liv said…
Julie, Just rest. And if you need me to ghost write that crappy post I keep swearing to do for you, just let me know.

Love,
Your Fairy Blogmother.
March 10, 2008 at 2:01 PM
Jennifer S said…
First the vacuum, and now the TV? That's a heck of a lot of smiting.

Here's to the good...
March 10, 2008 at 2:08 PM
Unknown said…
Oh good...an excuse to get a new flat screen. To bad they don't grow on trees...
March 10, 2008 at 2:25 PM
Robert said…
Hmm, I wonder if Melissa's entropy qualifies for your "wronged" topic on the Hump Day Hmm... and whether last week's post qualifies her for a lawsuit correlating her comments to my appliance malfunctions... Who knows. Fortunately, I'm not a terribly litigious person.
March 10, 2008 at 2:44 PM
Kyla said…
I think everything looks better after a half dozen mojitos, but that's just me. ;)

Good Lord, this weekend isn't coming fast enough is it? LOL.
March 10, 2008 at 4:05 PM
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