After buying a new battery, I had to wake up my Bub all butt-ass early for a jump.
Then my car died on the freeway.
Thank the friggin lord for Metro Freeway Service Patrol.
The guy tightened a bolt gave me a jump and said I should be fine.
I wanted to give him a hug.
How come I've never heard of this service before?
I guess it's becasue my car hasn't broken down on the freeway before.
Loverly weekend.
FRIDAY NIGHT - Slumber party.
Cookies, Pizza, Candy a movie and impersonations.
I love thsoe kooky girls.
Without a Paddle sucks but you'd expect it would.
Poor Bub turned in early, loud giggling girls could not wake him, not even us banging the chair bed into the doorway as we moved it into the living room.
He looked so cute cuddled up with my Gremlin doll.
SATURDAY DAY - Basketball l'il sister's team won.
Last game.
What am I going to do with my Saturday morning's now?
After that.......
I SAW MY BABY DREW!!!!
We played catch, rode the Harley bike, had a Ba Ba Nu Nu War and of course we wrestled.
I've never received so many nicknames in one day.
First I was Kim Strawberry. (He's Drew Hotdog).
Then Drew told me he was going to call me a nut.
Then my sister told me my new drunken nickname is Chimney.
Then she decided it's Poof becasue that's the sound I make when I exhale my cigarretes whilst drunk.
I got hooted at quite a bit on Saturday night.
By the Hooligans outside the Circle K and a car full of guys stopped next to me at the light.
That scares me, I didn't even look that good.
SATURDAY NIGHT = drunken romp.
I hear i had fun.
SUNDAY- Oiiiiiii, my aching head and tummy. Bub and I watched TV all day long, actually I watched TV he played with legos. Anyhoo it felt wonderful not doing anything and not having to do anything.
*sigh*
Edited to say:
I almost had a lesbian dream the other night.
But everything just kept going wrong. First the bed kept moving apart like there were two beds pushed together. Then someone was knocking on the door. Then she poured some green liquid in my ear and told me it turns most people on.
But this dream does tell me one thing:
If I were a lesbian, I'd be the boy.
Then my car died on the freeway.
Thank the friggin lord for Metro Freeway Service Patrol.
The guy tightened a bolt gave me a jump and said I should be fine.
I wanted to give him a hug.
How come I've never heard of this service before?
I guess it's becasue my car hasn't broken down on the freeway before.
Loverly weekend.
FRIDAY NIGHT - Slumber party.
Cookies, Pizza, Candy a movie and impersonations.
I love thsoe kooky girls.
Without a Paddle sucks but you'd expect it would.
Poor Bub turned in early, loud giggling girls could not wake him, not even us banging the chair bed into the doorway as we moved it into the living room.
He looked so cute cuddled up with my Gremlin doll.
SATURDAY DAY - Basketball l'il sister's team won.
Last game.
What am I going to do with my Saturday morning's now?
After that.......
I SAW MY BABY DREW!!!!
We played catch, rode the Harley bike, had a Ba Ba Nu Nu War and of course we wrestled.
I've never received so many nicknames in one day.
First I was Kim Strawberry. (He's Drew Hotdog).
Then Drew told me he was going to call me a nut.
Then my sister told me my new drunken nickname is Chimney.
Then she decided it's Poof becasue that's the sound I make when I exhale my cigarretes whilst drunk.
I got hooted at quite a bit on Saturday night.
By the Hooligans outside the Circle K and a car full of guys stopped next to me at the light.
That scares me, I didn't even look that good.
SATURDAY NIGHT = drunken romp.
I hear i had fun.
SUNDAY- Oiiiiiii, my aching head and tummy. Bub and I watched TV all day long, actually I watched TV he played with legos. Anyhoo it felt wonderful not doing anything and not having to do anything.
*sigh*
Edited to say:
I almost had a lesbian dream the other night.
But everything just kept going wrong. First the bed kept moving apart like there were two beds pushed together. Then someone was knocking on the door. Then she poured some green liquid in my ear and told me it turns most people on.
But this dream does tell me one thing:
If I were a lesbian, I'd be the boy.
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