OMG it’s Monday. Fidget Fan Club presidential failure underway! All (3) of you will read this Tuesday, but I’m milking the PST time zone for all it’s worth. Working is totally overrated when you could be Googling Mike Green. Since we’ve had plenty to say on WUYS today, I will keep this one short:
Mike Green Paid for This – Episode Four: The Jacuzzi
Let it be known that I not only love this, I want one. And something about me really appreciates the ostentation of having a hot tub on your porch in a city that got 257 feet of snow in a week last winter. When Dawn thinks about the Official Caps Polar Bear Hot Tub Party, she gets a little woozy.
everyone into the pool!
It’s probably not a time machine, but maybe it takes you back to an age when that egg chair was cool. It also had to be lifted onto his deck by a crane (hot!) and some kind of waterfall action at the back (double-hot!). My favorite parts are the wet footprints and the red plastic frat party cup on the back – like you just missed a much more interesting photo.
You know Mike wanted something with a water slide, but opted for the TV when he ran out of room. Like the time Mr. Pants and I wanted a hammock for our balcony that literally meant hanging openly over the sidewalk three floors below.
And, because I cannot leave you without a tiny squee, a single picspam:
In which Fidget looks like...
... this guy!
I forgot to tell you about my crazy dream last night! Like craaaazy!
I had a dream that I was marrying Mike Green. We were bowling and he asked me marry him. I said YES. My mom came into the room to tell me that dinner was ready. I told her that Mike and I were getting married. She was totes not enthusiastic. Then a jeweler guy appeared with those black velvet trays full of diamonds ring and Mike told me to pick anyone I wanted.
I don’t know why I had this dream. I don’t even really like MG. But maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something, all Leo-DiCaprio-in-Inception like. Maybe I SUPPOSED to like Mike Green??
No you didn’t! It’s just your subconscious telling you it’s almost hockey season. And that I talk about Mike Green too much. But you can’t marry him. Because neither can I. But he can invite us over the use his hot tub because that’s totally cool with Mr. Pants. On opposite day.
I don’t think I want to marry him. I mean he is cute and all but I don’t think that he is exciting enough for me.
Oh Chuck, I would beg to differ but let’s be honest… you marrying Mike would be like me marrying Savvy. Or Josh Jackson. Not cool. Hos before bros, right?