I Didn't Even Last A Week

An unexpected kid-free evening (except for the pup, of course) and the resolution to not eat out was quickly forgotten. But sitting on the floor eating take-out chinese food and watching a DVD shows that at least I'm a cheap date.

It Just Hit Me

I'll be dog sitting and going through IM withdrawal at the same time. This is crazy talk. A drink or two next Thursday will probably be what it takes to revive me (This is me being subtle so mark it on your calendar).

How To Be Cool And Disgusting At The Same Time

First, become covered in poison ivy (again) from the face down. Your 8 year old will make a point to let you know that while he still loves you, he doesn't want you to get too close because, let's face it, poison ivy is really gross.

Second, receive a summons for jury duty. This same 8 year old suddenly believes that you're a hero because you may or may not be a juror for a real live trial. "For real, Mom? You're getting to do that for real?? That's awesome."

Yep, that's me...awesome and gross all wrapped up into one Mom-ish package. Who knew it could be so easy?

In Case You Want To Know (aka The Plus And The Minus)

Never question my sense of timing or my weather predictions. There's no doubt that my stalkerbility is a natural instinct. But when it comes to essential things like geometry or reading people, I'm completely lost.

Tuesdays Are A Good Day For Cake

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond.

I want a girl who knows what's best

I want a girl with shoes that cut

and eyes that burn like cigarettes.

I want a girl with a short skirt and a loooooooooong jacket.

Short Skirt/Long Jacket - Cake

And So I Came Back Inside

Everything looks softly edged in the bright moonlight tonight. The shadows have gained a mysterious depth and even the frogs can't contain their happiness at the crispness of the evening air. I could have sat outside for hours just breathing it all in but the chill in the air doesn't lend itself to sitting alone. It whispers in your ear, telling you that this night is meant to be spent huddled under a blanket with someone else, keeping warm, watching the moon continue its climb.

It's Not 1000 Days But It's Gonna Feel Like It

After lamenting the lack of digits in the old bank account, I've decided to give up my one remaining luxury for 30 days. This is a biggie for me...we usually eat out once a week to curb my unhealthy need for chips and salsa, Chinese food, the perfect steak, or a deliciously greasy cheeseburger. So, here goes: NO eating out for 3o days. Let's see if I can make it until October 24th and save a little bit of money. I'm hungry just thinking about it...

Thanks To SpongeBobian Acronyms

I now know that I've been feeling lemony.

It Was Pretty Perfect

Saturday night was everything I wanted it to be. Laughing until our cheeks ached, watching K drink too much wine and transform into the funniest cuteness you can imagine, good food, and a drive that ended too soon. The compatibility of this group of friends was better than expected. Next time, we just need to add 2 more into the mix (hint, hint). So, the only thing left to complete the perfection of the weekend is dessert and that mythical game of checkers. One out of Two ain't bad.