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As Seen on TV Purse Hook

Finally, a place to keep your bag. This smart and easy purse hook allows you to keep your bag off the floor and at your side. It's also great for a tote bag, umbrella, briefcase and more. Compact and portable, these metal hooks have non-slip backs and hold up to 35 lbs. Includes one silver-tone hook, one gold-tone hook and a carrying case. Measures 4 1/2" L each. Set of two.

sooo I'm not really sure when I started saying it, but I know it's been awhile...  or "forevs" (his distant cousin, that I sometimes bring out).  I didn't realize I was saying it until my roomate started making fun of me last year.  He would repeat it after me in a mocking tone, or say it sarcastically, because he's mean like a big brother, I mean he practically is.  But then he started saying it on his own and I think it would even make him mad that he didn't mean to.  People at work would laugh when I said it, but a lot of them have caught on and got used to it and would catch themselves using it as their response to things.  Now, even my boyfriend uses it when I ask him what he wants to do next weekend or what he wants for dinner...  And if it catches on and I don't get any credit whatsoever, then...

 whatevs.

Can I just talk about how long my week was?  Let's go back to ummm  Wednesday night.  I had to close and be the MIC (with no key haha) so I didn't get out of work until about 10:30ish, which meant I didn't get home until 11:15.  I finally ended up going to bed around 1 since all of my roomates were home.  So i finally fall asleep and I get a phone call at 5am. It's my mom telling me my sister is getting contractions and she's going to the hospital.  Naturally, I get up throw some clothes on half asleep and head out the door, thinking I better hurry...  I should have known it wasn't that serious when my mom calls me on my way down to San Jose asking me to stop at the store for my sister.  What did she want?  Magazines, gummi bears, and 4 blo pops....  so I show up at my mom's with the items on the list, and they are sitting on the couch.  We do this all morning.  I had called my sister's best friend at 5am also because that was my job.  She sat on the couch with us starting at 7am.  So her contractions are getting closer together and she's making faces that says she's in pain.  We tried to convince her to go to the hospital but her reasoning for not going yet was because they didn't have TV to watch.  We finally end up going around 12 because she wanted to wait until the View and Montel were over.  No, seriously.

Jump forward about 6 hours.  We are all in the hospital, and when I say all, I mean at least 15 deep taking over the waiting room.  My godbrother, best friend, and I decide we're bored and we're going to go walk across the street to Round Table and get a pitcher of beer.  I get another phone call saying we better hurry because it looks like it's going to be really soon for my sister.  We pound the beers and walk back.  I don't think anyone noticed that we were semi-drunk, but we definitely were laughing at nothing for the next few hours.  This is only day one of the story, so I'm skipping forward to 12:12am Friday morning when she finally had my nephew.  I wanted to sleep in my bed so bad, but just went to my  mom's at 1 am and crashed out only to get woken up at 7:30 the next morning by a million people texting me.  Got up, made my best friend get up, and we went over to the hospital to see my sister.

 I was going to attempt to take a nap between seeing my sister and the A's vs Giants game, but that didn't work out too well...  By the time I had gotten back to San Ramon I only had time to take a shower, clean the apartment a little bit, get ready and meet everyone at the game.  Jon shows up around 6:30 and my three coworkers were supposed to show up around the same time since game time was at 7, but they got lost...  I didn't plan on drinking that much since I was so tired, but you just can't help it when you have a 24 pack in your trunk and you're sitting in the parking lot waiting...  We finally made it into the game around the 5th, so we didn't even get to see Zito got rocked, but I'm okay with that.  Went home after the game and pretty much crashed out..

 Onto Saturday...  Finally woke up and drove to San Francisco then down to San Jose and went to work around noon.  I wasn't all there at work, so it wasn't too bad.  After work I met up with everyone at the Cardinal (no one wants to admit they chose the Cardinal, hahaha) and watched them eat fried food...  zuchini sticks that look like cheese sticks, and calamari that looked like onion rings... and bananas.. well, one banana.. with a hair...  after the Cardinal, we went back to the city and crashed again....

 Sunday morning...  I had told everyone to meet in San Ramon at 10am and we would have made it back to my place on time if we had remembered it was Bay to Breakers.  Even when we were setting the alarm we were like, Oh as long as we leave by 8:45 we'll be okay, it's Sunday there shouldn't be any traffic.... okay we were wrong.  We left around 8:45 and it took an hour and a half just to get to the bridge.  Anyway, I made my roomate leave the door unlocked so everyone could just walk in and wait.  We get back to my place and I jump in the shower and try to get ready as soon as I can.   We go to the game about an hour after we wanted to, but no big deal, we had time to sit and drink a little bit.  The game was fun, the tequila shots, not so much.  I do love the West Side club though.  You run into people like drunk paul who has no teeth and likes to hit on the asian girls.  After the game we sit in the parking lot a little bit more to finish the beers and we go back to my place.  We decided to take a "nap" but it turned into sleeping for the night.  Woke up at 7 and went back to sleep.  woke up at 9 and then 11, and then finally decided to just set the alarm.  Got up at 4am drove down to San Jose and then back up to San Ramon...  I just woke up from another "nap" and now I'm going back down to San Jose to go to work...  I guess we should have known Sunday was going to be sort of a weird day when the sweaty old guy in running clothes asked us to unzip his back zipper....... right?

It's been a long few days, but I have a nephew, the A's took the Giants series 2-1, and I had a lot of fun just hanging out...  Can't really complain :)