Welcome to our little blog. Herein you will find the daily goings-on at our humble little abode in the middle of Nowhereville, mixed with a little bit of this and that. And now, the stars of these shenanigans (except me):
Marv, the Husband
Sissy, the Teenage Drama Queen
RTD, Hard Working Dog
BTK, Ruler of All (and his Buddy)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Saving Elton John's Underwear
While we were watching Hoarder's on A&E last night, Marv commented he didn't know there was such a thing as an "organizer".
Me: How did you not know there was such a thing as an organizer? There are people that shop for other people as a living.
Marv: I've dealt with those types of people. I've never dealt with an "organizer".
Me: When have you dealt with a personal shopper? You mean you called somebody up and told them "I need this" and they went out and found it for you?
Marv: No, but when I was working security for Rich's (now Macy's) at Lenox Mall during Freaknik and Elton John needed his Calvin Klein underwear, his PERSONAL SHOPPER came over and bought some and I had to guard it until his bodyguard came to pick it up.
And THAT is how Marv knows what size underwear Elton John wears.
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