Welcome fans -young, old, and slobberingly drunk. Once again, I must update you on the small things that happen in the short, eighteen-hour day I have. First off, it started when I was awoken by the shrill cry of the brat next door. Now, you're all probably thinking, "Babies do that." She's 15 and for some reason believes that by singing at the top of her lungs in the backyard - she will be discovered. Twice today I had to tell her to keep it down because she was ruining what small amount of peace I get.
So, after I shook my fist in anger... I was lucky enough to have the company of Casey. He's such a mooch / leech, but it is well worth i to see him yell at the TV during the De La Hoya / Mayweather fight. He is a big Oscar-Golden Boy fan and as Mayweather mud-stomped that little [insert colorful adjectives], he proceeded to add his own humorous commentary.
So... the following is for Casey: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Okay, maturity aside, I had to laugh at his expense. Mind you, this might cost me later on - but I honestly don't mind being tied up and left in my closet. I have a lot of fun with my leprechaun friend.
Ooh, I finally got a phone call from Christine. So, those of you wondering, she is doing great ad happily connected with her lifepartner of four years. Congrats, Evie, I knew you'd do it.
So, other than that...
Kisses!!