why am I the patroness of smartmouths? oh why not?

At the urging of several friends (and yes, you KNOW who you are) I realized I needed a place to write down some of my smart mouth musings. If I were to deprive the world of this, well, that would just be wrong! Well okay, plus, it was brought to my attention at work that I need to do more to project a positive image and not be such a snarky bitch so I figured that I can blog my snarkyness and be a big ball o' sunshine around the office. The kind of sunshine that will kick your ass and make you thank me for it, but sunshine nonetheless.

So I went to the ATM last week, and I got the new $20 bills, you know, the ones with the big ol' Glamour Shot of Andrew Jackson on them. I remembered how when I was little I thought he was a woman and I didn't believe my parents when they said no, he was in fact a man. And then it occured to me -- that hipster expression on his face, that hair, kinda messy but in an intentional way -- Andrew Jackson was the first Metrosexual!

I'm thinking that I should tell the Disney people about this so they can add that factoid to their scary-ass Hall of Presidents thingy. Oh you don't think the Hall of Presidents is scary? Perhaps you didn't go there when you were 4 years old and impressionable but I did. shiver!