Pink Dot And I Got Married This Weekend

First I'd like to CURSE Martha Jane for all eternity because she kept mentioning that I should call Pink Dot and have them deliver while I was recovering. Of course I'd heard of them but for some reason thought it was a little store on Sunset that sold canned goods, condoms and bullets.

Pink Dot is a favorite of alcoholics, drug addicts, lazy people and those who hate to shop and at 1:00 AM find themselves unable to procure things like this:

Or this:

Or for the OCD (my sister) among us:

Once a neighbor asked my sister to give her the names of all her favorite household products, including for marble and granite. My sister sat at her computer and composed a list of FIFTEEN must-haves. Seriously, I'm afraid of her and her sponge.

Back to Pink Dot. These miserable people are open 365 days a year, 7 days a week until 3:00 a.m. They are always on time and charge $3.50 to deliver. And their prices are reasonable and they give you huge portions. How DARE they?

I've now turned McLoserstene on to them and she ordered Pasta Primavera which was to die for. Then Jenny got strep throat and I took her one of their menus.

I'm sorry MJ that I didn't GET IT. But I still curse you because now there is no reason to leave the house. Unless my sister and her sponge come for a visit.

End of chat.