Last night was fun. The guys got off imitating "goat-boy" from SNL all night long and I love those jokes that keep reappearing. La-a-a-a-a-ghed until I cried.
This morning I stayed in bed until ten. I think it was a solid eleven hours. My entire arm is numb and my shoulder is killing me, but the kids were awesome and hung out without fighting and PHF cuddled me and everything. (All right, get your minds out of the gutter!)
Tonight we have a party across the street. Super-happy-fun-time-awesome, to be sure. Nice to know I'll just have to stumble across the street to get home. I don't know these folks all these well. Wonder if they'll get mad when I flirt with the cute husbands?
Hope y'all are having as a good a day.
Heh. This is such a fucking lame post. Hopefully it will be good fodder for someone ELSE'S bloghop.
Oh, speaking of, my morning wasn't as cool as Dumbgasm's:
"Cartoon breakfast was pretty good too, I got to make it for the last 1/2 hour of it. Kind of fun, but seemingly low attendance. I wish I could have gone to the whole thing."