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Aunt Becky Bites The Dust – Or, Why You Should Be Glad You’re Not As Stupid As Me

July8

Me: (returning from my 7-11 pilgrimage wherein I purchased a Double Big Gulp of Diet Coke) “This Gigantic Diet Coke shall continue preserving myself from the inside out.

Me: “I like Britney Spears.”

Me: “Oh, I see the garbage has been taken away, I shall bring these recycling bins inside my garage so that I may fill them with more recycling stuffs.”

Me: “I’m Captain Motherfucking Recycling.”

Me: “I can’t carry three bins at once.”

Me: “I like donuts, too.”

Me: “I’m very lazy and do not wish to make a second trip down my twenty-foot driveway to carry in a bin.”

Me: “OOOOH PURPLE CAR.”

Me: “I shall use my foot to move the third recycling bin into the garage where I shall fill it with more stuffs.”

Me: “SHINY THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY.”

Me: “This is a BRILLIANT plan. I shall have to exert no more effort than I have to.”

Me: “HAHAHAHA. CREEPING PHLOX SOUNDS LIKE AN STD.”

Me: “I certainly admire these wooden-soled shoes that I am wearing.”

Me: (kick, kick, kick the recycling bin)

Me: “HAHAHAHA. CREEPING PHLOX.”

Me: (kick, kick, kick, CRACK)

Me: “OUCH MOTHERFUCKING OUCH.”

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30 Comments to

“Aunt Becky Bites The Dust – Or, Why You Should Be Glad You’re Not As Stupid As Me”

On July 8th, 2011 at 11:54 am Brandon Says:
I fear your feet now. That looks painful!

Ok people, don’t piss AB off, or YOU’RE NEXT.
On July 8th, 2011 at 11:54 am Nancy P Says:
Annnd there you have it. Aunt Becky and her great ideas. 🙂
On July 8th, 2011 at 11:56 am Cindy Says:
Aunt Becky,
that sounds like the voices in my head. I’d tell you to get the fuck out of my head, but sometimes, it’s such a beautiful place to be.

Thank you, for reminding me that I am not alone and that it is absolutely OK to be a little crazy.
On July 8th, 2011 at 11:56 am Vinobaby Says:
You could plant an entire garden full of STD plants: PUSSYTOES (Antennaria plantaginifolia), JOE-PYE WEED (Eupatorium fistulosum),SCOURING RUSH & SHAVE GRASS (Equisetum arvense).

And I’m very dissapointed by the Brittany comment. {sigh} At least it wasn’t Bieber.

Cheers. VB
On July 8th, 2011 at 12:14 pm Dave Says:
Hahahaha! You need big ass blue garbage cans for your recycling like we have in Tucson! They fit a shit ton of stuff and have wheeels!!!
On July 8th, 2011 at 12:14 pm Dave Says:
Hahahaha! You need big ass blue garbage cans for your recycling like we have in Tucson! They fit a shit ton of stuff and have wheeels!!!
On July 8th, 2011 at 12:25 pm aubrey Says:
you sound like me. I like Britney too. I make my kids bring in the cans, we don’t have recycling cans though. right now it looks like my kids used the garbage cans as trampolines though. I need to unsmash them.
On July 8th, 2011 at 12:30 pm Brenda (mamabegood) Says:
That, my friend, is NOT a recycling bin. And if you didn’t have a wooden sole, none of this would have happened.
On July 8th, 2011 at 12:39 pm CycleNinja Says:
*shakes head*

Only you…
On July 8th, 2011 at 12:53 pm Hanan Says:
Maybe you should stop fighting with your self?
On July 8th, 2011 at 12:56 pm thepsychobabble Says:
My solution was to buy one GIANT bin (we have a lot of paper/cardboard recycling for some reason?) into which the smaller bins fit.
On July 8th, 2011 at 1:44 pm Txtingmrdarcy Says:
Get out of my head. This is far too close to my own inner monologue. Hope that your foot is ok. 😉

Hahahaha… Creeping Phlox….
On July 8th, 2011 at 2:07 pm liz Says:
Me “I can make macarons.”
Me “I want to be Cameron Diaz. I can be Cameron Diaz. I am Cameron Diaz.”

The End of Hope.
On July 8th, 2011 at 2:10 pm Lizbeth Says:
What in the holy hell kind of shoes were those?!? Now I can only think of those wooden shoes made in Holland. I fear your feet with those things on.
On July 11th, 2011 at 9:52 am Gerald Says:
Klompenmakers! I actually have a pair that fit me, they rock.
On July 8th, 2011 at 3:11 pm Mwa (Lost in Translation) Says:
That’s so something I would…

…ooh, shiny!
On July 8th, 2011 at 9:02 pm Varda (SquashedMom) Says:
Remind me to NOT piss you off when we meet at BlogHer. ESPECIALLY if you are wearing those motherfucking wooden soled shoes of destruction.
On July 8th, 2011 at 9:17 pm Erin@MommyontheSpot Says:
Yikes! That looks like it hurt!!
On July 8th, 2011 at 10:16 pm Alexis Says:
Did you at least get a Vicodin prescription out of it?
On July 8th, 2011 at 10:17 pm Sarah Says:
Bahahahhahaaahaa!!! You’re awesome!

..btw….If going back to school to play with those pretty microscopes and sparkly beakers is your passion…then effin do it, lady!

You only live motherfuckin’ once…and you can always keep the blog going, maybe just not daily 🙂

Love, Sarah
On July 8th, 2011 at 10:45 pm BK Says:
It sounds like you are a cat that gets easily distracted.
On July 9th, 2011 at 12:10 am Kristin Says:
Promise that even if I deserve it, you’ll never, ever kick me in the ass. I don’t think I could stand an ass fracture like that.
On July 9th, 2011 at 1:27 am Sunday Says:
Oh, Aunt Becky! It took 2 years of my husband living in another state and countless trips un and down the driveway before I realized that my trash cans and recycling bins actually fit inside one another, and that I could stack them, throw corer the recycling bins inside my trash cans, the long way and I could just roll ONE trash can up the driveway ONE time. I am not proud…you would think that someone as lazy as me, even after guzzling many, many Big Gulps of Diet Coke a day, would be able to think a little quicker on her feet.
On July 9th, 2011 at 4:16 am Elise Says:
Holy Crow! Were you all scraped up and bloody? I do crap like this all the time and I’ve always got some half-healed scrape, bruise, or gash. It’s realllllly attractive.
On July 9th, 2011 at 5:39 am Jonah Gibson Says:
Kick ass, Becks.
On July 9th, 2011 at 8:36 am Suniverse Says:
I had no idea that you had bionic feet. Job well done.
On July 9th, 2011 at 12:41 pm Cindy Says:
me: fuck, there’s clothes to iron

myself: better do it before it gets hotter, you know the air-conditioner on the magic bus struggles to cool the place when it hits 102 degrees outside. You’ll sweat.

I: I need to dump the black water tank before it gets to 102 degrees because that shit stinks when it bakes in the afternoon sun.

me: I’m allergic to oranges.

myself: the fucking shower curtain is stuck on the shower door and I can’t get the fucking ironing board out.

I: I don’t want to go to the meeting tonight. It’s going to be too hot to wear clothes.

all three voices, simultaneously: Pants are bullshit

(dumps tank, sets up ironing board, begins ironing)

me: why on earth would Armani design a soft, silk shirt with a scratchy polyester lining?

myself: he must have been high

I: I hate ironing. Where is the dog?

me: ooh, blue. Pretty! is this silk a dupioni?

myself: it’s tafetta, dumbass.

I: Oh, yeah, I never did go dig out the tag so I could go to the website for this line

me: what was it again, mag.com, no that didn’t work. that was some gun lover website

myself: guns are cool

I: I don’t think tafetta is the silk they use for blouses.

me: dry cleaning destroys natural fibers.

myself: Stacy London and Clinton Kelly would like this blouse.

I: what the hell was the name of that website?

me: it’s one of the magaschoni lines

myself: didn’t I have a diet dr. pepper already open around here somewhere?

I: what the hell is wrong with my computer? It has been importing the same CD into iTunes for over an hour now and it’s still stuck on track 4

Mollie (my dog): are there any more cookies?

me: cashmere should be hand-washed and dried flat, NEVER dry cleaned

myself: I hate the dry cleaner.

I: that’s why I hand wash my clothes with Johnson’s baby shampoo. I learned that on the internetz.

me: there’s a lot of important information on the internetz, just waiting to be read

myself: jeans, mom jeans, moms who wear their teens’ jeans

I: i really liked those “bing” commercials, even if Bill Gates IS the antichrist and Windows is from the devil

me: information overload

myself (light bulb goes on): that’s what AB’s post about the recycling bins reminds me of–those fucking bing commercials that sound like the voices in my head

I: I gotta go tell Aunt Becky about this!
On July 9th, 2011 at 12:50 pm me Says:
I adore you!
On July 10th, 2011 at 7:18 pm Denise Says:
Oops. Bad recycling bin!
On August 4th, 2011 at 8:40 am Cindy Says:
I just need you to know that this post gave me courage to get gut level honest with my sponsor about my own thought process. She laughed at me. Which confuses me, because I don’t know whether that laugh was bad or good.