On Being Crazy

I have a thing about pulses. He knows my weaknesses.

What about you all? Are you actually crazy or do the people in your life just try to make you think you are?

Tattoos for Boyfriend

So, Boyfriend is thinking about getting a tattoo.

Tattoo Idea 1:

Okay okay, he said sea-themed and I gave him my name. Bad idea. Next?

Tattoo Idea 2:

Sigh. Sometimes I really don't understand him. Okay, here’s another:

Tattoo Idea 3:

Ok. This one is definitely a winner:

Tattoo Idea 4:

Okay, last one. This one he’ll love – it has a boat in it!

Tattoo Idea 5:

Welp, there you go. I was hoping Boyfriend would let me draw a bunch of mock ups and let you guys vote on the best one. But Boyfriend said something about not wanting a cartoon on his body and not letting you "crazy bitches pick something that important" or something I don’t know I’m not really sure. But if I could pick out Boyfriend’s tattoos, he’d look like this:

Win.

Do you guys have any tattoos? Tell me your tat tales!

Popsicle's March Madness

Me: Hi Popsicle!

Popsicle: Uhhh hey Gia

Me: You look down. What's wrong?

Popsicle: Look, I need a favor.

Me: Okay, what’s up?

Popsicle: I need to borrow some money.

Me: What?!! Why?

Popsicle: I picked Gonzaga to win the whole thing and now I’m in some trouble and I owe a guy some money.

Me: Wait, what? Are we talking about March Madness brackets?

Popsicle: Yes! And I watched all the games this season and read all the expert analysis. And then I picked Gonzaga and Georgetown in the final.

Me: Oh no.

Popsicle: Oh yes. And I owe a guy, Gia. And he’s pretty tough. Can you help a bear out?

Me: How much do you need?

Popsicle: Uhhh... 2k.

Me: POPSICLE I DON’T HAVE 2,000 DOLLARS!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Popsicle: DON’T YELL AT ME GIA! I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONZAGA’S YEAR!

Me: You shouldn’t be gambling.

Popsicle: Please! You manage your work’s bracket!

Me: Um, it cost $10 to play.

Popsicle: You gotta spend money to make money, Gia.

Me: Yeah sure. Look, I don’t have that much money. I know Allie has a nice savings, though. Ask her.

Popsicle: Ughhhhhhhhhhh

Me: What?

Popsicle: I know, but I didn’t want to ask her.

Me: Why not?

Popsicle: She maybe doesn’t know about the gambling

Me: Popsicle!

Popsicle: She’s going to be such a naaaaaag.

Me: Go tell her what you did right now!

Popsicle: You KNOW she’s going to make a big deal about this.

Me: It IS a big deal, Popsicle! Promise me you’ll stop gambling.

Popsicle: Are you kidding??

Me: Popsicle….

Popsicle: I will bet you ten bucks that I can stop gambling for three months!

Me: *facepalm * Go talk to Allie.

Sigh! Polar bears and their gambling addictions. Who’s with me?! 

Football Season is Coming to an End

I decided to have a little chat with Popsicle the Polar Bear and Allie.

Me: Hey guys! How’s it going?

Popsicle: How about those football games last weekend! Yeah!

Allie: Yes, we watched the football games and very much enjoyed the footballing.

Popsicle: WOOHOOO 49ers!!!

Allie: Yes, that’s the team we were cheering for.

Me: Allie…do you even like football?

Allie: Yes, yes I do. We like to watch the men throw the football around the court-

Popsicle: FIELD

Allie: Right, field. It’s a fun thing for us to watch together.

Me: Allie, who else is in the superbowl?

Allie: The what?

Popsicle: Damnit, Allie! The Ravens!

Allie: I would like to eat a raven.

Popsicle: Why is it always about food with you?

Allie: Uhh…how about because I’m a motherfreaking alligator, Popsicle! Those arms of the footballers look tasty!

Popsicle: Player. They’re football players.

Allie: Yeah yeah, same thing. Anyway, we can’t wait to watch the big bowl together!

Popsicle: SUPERBOWL! And you promise not to talk the whole time again??

Allie: …

Popsicle: Allie….

Allie:  You know I can’t do that.

Popsicle: Damnit.

Allie: WOOHOO LET’S GO FORTY-TWOers!

Popsicle: 49ers!

Allie: What? I’m only seven away!

Me: Eh, close enough.

Popsicle: Leave me alone. I’ll watch the game with Boyfriend.

How do you guys feel about the superbowl? Are you more Allie-like or Popsiclely?