I’ve decided that the Janitor’s name on Scrubs is ‘Bert’.
And his mop is named ‘Ernie’.
But, seriously folks – has the Janitor’s name ever been mentioned? Is that like obscene television trivia that only 1 in 23180234 people know?
I need to know.
Someone give me proof of the Janitor’s name!!
Am I the only person this bothers?!
Fine. Watch a damn video.
Everyone make sure to tell Tom happy ’21st’ birthday!
It would appear that someone or some of their friends have found their way to my blog.
I wonder if they think they’re going to find me writing about them.
Even if they were as wonderful as they think they are, I wouldn’t waste my time.
I’m not into all that crap. In fact, I think this is the most I’ve EVER mentioned them. And, they’ll never be mentioned again.
Just know that I can see how many times you look at my blog.
Maybe I’ll show my friend how to get that information tomorrow…
I totally just cleaned my fridge.
Yes.
Honest to God.
The inside of my fridge is like brand effin’ new.
Makes me wonder why I don’t clean more often.
Don’t spoil the moment, Sheila!
Enjoy the clean fridge!
WHOO-HOO!
I ran to the gas station today.
Okay, I really didn’t run. I hopped into my car.
Nope, I’m lying again. No hopping here.
I got into my car today to go to the gas station.
There we go. Much better.
Anyways, I went because I was out of Diet Coke. And, anyone who knows me realizes this isn’t a good thing for anyone involved.
So, Tom asks for some sweets while I’m at the store. Something chocolately, preferably. Who can deny the boy his chocolate?! Not me.
I get up to the counter with my Diet Coke, six donuts and a half-gallon of cookies and creme ice cream. I sit down my purchases and suddenly have an idea of what would be going through my head if I were the cashier.
(I suppose I should quickly add that I’m not a size 2, if ya know what I mean…)
So, I say it out loud for her:
Yeah, the Diet Coke is to cancel out the donuts and ice cream…
The poor girl looks a little taken back, like she doesn’t know how to respond to my comment. She mumbles something about how she wishes that were true, and finishes the transaction.
As I walk to my car with my purchases, I wonder if I made her feel awkward. Interesting…
I really would like to find a house cleaning schedule. You know, something that is written out in an organized fashion.
I know I won’t be able to find a pre-written schedule that works one hundred percent with my house. But, it it sure would be great to have a place to start.
My house isn’t a disaster (minus my computer desk). Its just not clean.
I need something visual to look at to tell me that Monday equals dusting. Or that every other Tuesday I’m supposed to vacuum under the guest bed…
You know what I mean?
You got something like that?
Gemme!
I got neat stuffs in the mail! I loves me some mail! And, I loves me some cooooool stuff in the mail.
She didn’t lie, either, she doesn’t include a note.
I’m super excited! Thanks! You totally made my boring Monday enjoyable!
