Harv gets a twitch in his eye when I start a conversation with “I swear it wasn’t me, but….,” or “Seriously, I think this could have happened to anyone,” or “I’m going to Vegas.” I think it’s fear. Actually, maybe it’s not fear and there’s something wrong with him. I think that’s it. Something’s wrong with Harv.
I’m going to Vegas today. I plan to come home with both shoes this time. Okay, “plan” is a strong word. I will try my damn best.
If you don’t hear from me by Monday, maybe call the LVPD. Or start a bail fund.
__
I’m thrilled that pimptastic Roo of Nice Girl Notes gave me the opportunity to guest post for her this week. Sometimes, I like to pretend that we’re in a gang, and I’m her west coast affiliate. I’m just bummed that both of us are getting on planes this week, but we’re landing in different spots.
Support a fellow homette…go on over. I talk about the time I dressed up as Mulan for a six-year-old’s birthday party. I sucked. Hard.
Click here to read Don’t Hire Me.
p.s. I’m closing comments on this post. But, I’ll be responding to comments as usual on my guest post over at Nice Girl Notes.
p.p.s. Just so we’re clear, I wasn’t kidding about calling LVPD. Or the bail money.
image via blueq.com
