I shot the sheriff, but I wish I'd hit the deputy...

Sorry dear ladies and two boys who read my blog, life has been boring of late. I don't have much to say.

Sidenote: Why don't more boys read my blog? Boys like funny girls, don't they? Don't they? Answer me, damn you!

Ahem. Forgive the outburst. I am cranky today. The reason involves food. Of course. My mom brought over cupcakes with special frosting last night. When I went to bed later, there were 4 cupcakes left. By the time my grandpa and I got up this morning, my grandma had eaten them all. FOUR cupcakes! With special frosting! Wouldn't you be annoyed? Waking up and knowing that you have to go paint the library, already having a massive headache (which may or may not have to do with dreaming about being bitten by a vampire and then stocking peanut butter ice cream at a convenience store), and the only highlight of the morning would be a lovely chocolate cupcake? Grr...

Anyway, like I said, I had to paint the walls at the library across from my house. There was a "professional" in earlier this fall to do the main walls, and I volunteered to finish off above the bookshelves. I used the term professional loosely because the guy was my former history teacher, Mr. Fitz. And when he finished painting, he made me clean up after him. Including picking up a mini fridge off the floor and putting it back up on a counter. Lazy bastard.

So I painted for a couple of hours this morning. And even though I had volunteered to do it, I'm gonna get paid. Yay! I will also get paid for attending a library workshop on a new computer program, and then for teaching it to the rest of the staff in CH.

Back to last night, Mom, Manda and Jersey came over for the second night of "American Idol." Tuesday night Kristen called during a commercial break to imitate one of the auditions. A sheriff's deputy from W. VA was auditioning in Chicago. He only sang the line "I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy," over and over and over again. It was hilarious. So Kristen called, and after I said hello, she sang that line. Then last night there was a cowboy teenager who auditioned. He was very nervous and not really a good singer (although he made it thru to Hollywood). But after a nervous beginning, he stopped and said, "I've only ever sang in front of a turkey before." At the commercial break, I called up Kristen. When she answered, I handed the phone to Manda, who promptly squeaked out, "I only ever sang in front of a turkey before." We all laughed, and I got back on the line.

KRISTEN: I was gonna call you and say, "Brokeback Mountain?"
ME: "I wish I could quit you."
We laugh hysterically. Then AI comes back on.
ME: Ooh, it's back on. Gotta go.
KRISTEN: Okay. Wish-I-could-quit-you-bye! *click*

Now I would like to take a moment to say a special thank you to the wonderful Metamorphose. Because without her and the spectacular November CD, I never would have heard of Andrew Bird or loved the song "Fake Palindromes." And without her, Kristen never would have looked him up and discovered that he'll be performing in the Twin Cities in February. So, thank you, Metamorphose. Kristen and I will be attending the Andrew Bird concert, and I will finally get to have gone to a real concert.*

*And by concert, I do not mean country music, Firehouse, or The Gin Blossoms. They don't count. Although I would totally *do* Wade Hayes.