rufus has decided to let us keep the baby. the two of them run around and play fight all day long. it makes me a little nervous considering their size difference but the little one chases rufus down and is just asking for a beating.
i caught them sitting by my bedroom closet door which i had left open. they looked like they were plotting something. reminded me of pinky and the brain. one is a genius (rufus), the other's insane.
this weekend was crazy. friday was dinner with the rents. saturday, i literally stayed in bed and in my bathrobe from early morning (did do some cleaning first and took a shower) until 6:30pm. i just watched sex and the city season two. then i got ready to go to dinner with karen and friends at the bamboo club for karen's birthday. dinner was interesting. had some mango mojitos which were fabulous. the bill was outrageous! but there was a lot of us so it made sense. took like an hour to get everyone to cough up the dough. and for some reason, i was in charge of the money (we had to all pay cash, they wouldn't let us do separate checks). i think its because i am an accountant. still feels weird to say that. just like its weird to me that karen, my wild dancing/drinking buddy is gonna be a 5th grade teacher in a month and a half.
so after dinner we walked down to margarita rocks, where else right? went wild. had a blast. oh, sweet new baby kitty is licking my leg... after we ran into some underage globites at margarita rocks, we headed over to fat tuesday's. drank some more. bar closed, we had to leave, so we sat on the corner of 6th and mill (i think) where a skinny dude was hovering over me and the girls sporting a grand canyon shirt. me, being the obnoxious drunk i am, told him to take his dumbass gc shirt to another corner or i would kick his trash. he was creeping us out. luckily, lincoln arrived in the nick of time and i made him give everyone a ride home (well not exactly everyone but as many as our truck could fit). we crammed in 5 plus lincoln. they begged for jack in the box. we got karen and michael home easy enough, but as far as i can remember, we didn't quite make it to kayla's before i barfed in the jack in the box bag, all over my curly fries. luckily, i think everyone had gotten their food out before i spewed (is that the spelling?) so i thought i was ok and didn't get my vomit all over the truck but apparently jack in the box bags are not strong enough to hold that much and the bag ripped open on the bottom spilling it all over my legs and linc's truck. bright red with curly fry chunks. it seems like no matter what i drink i always throw up red koolaid.
linc was pretty mad but forgave me. even though it cost $100 to get the seats in the truck clean. well i think it might have been cheaper but linc used the puke as an excuse to get the truck detailed.
sunday was spent hungover and dryheaving/throwing up stomach acid. say it with me, yummy.
then we had to drive out to queen creek for family home evening at mckay and brandi's. it was actually a pretty decent event. entertaining to say the least.
and that was the weekend in a nutshell. and obviously, i am still recovering.
we went and saw the break up last night. very cute. i enjoy vince vaughn's banter. even if he is the same in every movie.
we also got the baby a collar. bright red. and got him a superman i.d. tag. the tag is a little too big for him right now. but he'll grow into it.
well, i have some clothes to put away and then i am going to hit the hay. down by the bay. i just may...
goodnight.
1 comment:
I was gonna give you props until I read that you still got barf in the truck...shame shame!!
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