Well here i am, the slacker princess herself. I don't have much of a good excuse either. We had new carpet laid on wednesday, so that sort of disrupted my day, and we had plans to go out last night, but that shouldn't have kept me from writing. I say "had plans to go out" because what ended up happening was more of a cluster fuck of the grandest proportions. At least the hubby was cutely apologetic and at least we ended up having a nice time at dinner even if it was about 3 hours past the point of utter starvation for me...glass of wine, coconut shrimp, ranch salad, jacket potato and 10 oz filet mingon at the Outback steakhouse--GAWD I love that place. It is the only chain restaurant that i purposely patronize...and since the only motherfucking options around here are chain restaurants (remember the sheep mentality i have mentioned). Anyway. nothing quite compares to good food...good sex is a close second, but..aww, just kidding. it really just depends on whether i'm horny or hungry--they tie for first.
So. The countdown to Maine now stands at T minus 20 days. woooooooooooooo-hoooooooooooo!!!! I am so gonna stuff my face with every piece of seafood i stumble across...as well as some of greatest hot dogs in the world. i hope it doesn't rain every day. but i don't really care.
I said i would explain Bunko, but I don't know if it's worth it...it's basically just an excuse for a bunch of women to get together once a month for a night out but it's a dice game and there are prizes and food and it's really fun--but only because there are a few of us who are loud and funny...when we started the thing a year ago it was perfect, the perfect combination of people who mostly only knew one or two of the other members of the group, but we all just clicked. every time we got together it was a high, of laughing and fun and swearing and dirty jokes...sadly, as people dropped out one here, one there, they were replaced by stiffs. mormon types. they knew what they were getting into, that they were on our turff, but frankly we're a bit outnumbered now and i have to say i don't look forward to it nearly as much as i once did. i have made a fantastic amazing wonderful new friend, so it's all worth it, and even a few other people i like, but it really bugs me that i can't quite be myself there anymore. i believe it's the end of an era...sigh. Oh well. maybe if i swear loud enough and start bring my own bottle of Jack Daniels and just swiggin from it all night, and belching, then the unwanteds will be scared away...doubtful.
well that's about enough whining for one day, don't you think?