Just when I thought the last of the crushed tortilla chips had been located and cleaned, I decide to move some furniture and find that there are more,more, MORE tortilla chips. Are they regenerating or something?
I gotta tell ya though – it is TOO quiet without the fam and the kids. I haven’t washed the car yet ‘coz those sticky fingerprints are my last reminder.
I am excited about my trip to Lake Charles this weekend with Patti. Girl talk, book shopping, eating and drinking and, oh, did I mention the shopping – there’ll be some of that as well. While I know I will miss Michael, I also know it is good to go outside and do girlie things.
The only problem is that I feel like a 12-year old kid again wondering what I should wear and what-o-what will I ever do with my hair. Kinda silly but it’s true. I don’t know these book chics we gonna be meeting up with. If they dress all nice and I wear jeans/t-shirt does that make me low rent?
Gasp – what if they don’t like me?
Wait – hold the phone – like I give two shits what anyone thinks of me!! LMAO!!! I’ll wear what I want, look how I want, curse an inappropriate amount of times, be the loudest person in all of Lake Charles and if anyone so much as gives me the stink-eye, I’ll cut dat ass quicker than they can say “Benihana!”
Only thing that makes me pause and Grrr is the fact that I’ll have to get up at like 6:00 am to get there. I don’t have kids man and 6am is pretty fucking early for people like me who tend to guzzle wine by the gallon versus glass. I know book stores let you bring in outside beverages but I don’t think they quite expect a jug with a hook ring and XXX stamped on the side.
And on a note of awesome, when I arrive in Houston on Sunday evening I will have a man who missed me and TRUE BLOOD. I mean, lawd have mercy. My viking, my Eric, how I cannot wait to see those fangs extend, those muscles flex, those eyes dazzle. Mmmm, I just got chills.
The house is coming along nicely but I think my body is trying to tell me something. I went to bed at 8:00 pm last night, got a solid 10 hours of sleep and I think I may still be tired.
I was also a bit spooked out. You know how I don’t believe in ghosts or that kinda stuff, right? Well, we purchased a full length mirror for the bedroom weeks ago and every time I leave the house, it is in a different position when I return.
Weird, right?
Weird until I heard the cat screaming and screaming the other day and instead of the normal, “SHUT UP kitty or I’ll grind you into hamburger meat!!”, I went and looked at what was her damage. She was studying herself in said full length mirror and pawing the shit outta her reflection. That explains it I guess. My cat is hosting the ultimate fighting championship with her own damned self.
Now instead of screaming at her to either shut up or die, I scream “GET HER ASS KITTY!!”
Talk about self loathing.
