You want some cream in that coffee?

Apparently my hiatus has not gone unnoticed. Having a new baby leaves little time for the old blog. I have a few minutes right now so here are a few things that have been polluting my brain recently.

Paul Blart: Mall cop is the number one movie in America...wow..really? Is it too much to ask for an intelligent comedy? I am so tired of the slapstick, painfully embarrassing, fall down not funny, mind numbingly obvious crap that passes for a decent movie these days. Blah.

We are waiting to get our tax return check this week..then joining a gym...my ass is going to need a zoning permit soon if I do not get moving. Besides that I REFUSE to purchase bigger bras again...I swear I will just stop wearing them altogether. Walking around knocking people unconscious left and right...well that part might actually be fun...

Speaking of which, my friend just told me about a coffee house in Seattle that now has topless baristas...I would tear that place UP! I could see it now, dragging my jugs across the counter, "so you want a latte or what"? That place could be dangerous, I am all about the kinky stuff, but I am not sure I want to experience a coffee burn on the old nips....my luck I would dunk a boob into someones coffee at least once a day....I guess he did say he wanted cream.