Saki belly
This weekend may have been the laziest weekend of all people born on this planet, ever. Floatapalooza ’05 was cancelled because of last minute cancelling by rat bastards + Mikayla being so sick she actually didn’t feel bad about calling in sick for work. So, since no one knew we were in town, Trent and I took advantage by spending most of the weekend on the couch, bed and living room floor. Yet, I am still exhausted. This is the first sign of being an old fart.
Tonight, we headed out for a celebration of two wonderful years of Heath and Mikayla. The plan was to go out to a Japanese Steakhouse, do some saki bombs and eat like hogs. Point 1: Done. Point 2: Not done. Point 3: Most definitely done.
I am now about to give birth to a teriyaki chicken baby. I will name it Georgia. And she will be the queen of all teriyaki chicken babies. Forgive me, I am stuffed and delusional.
You are crazy…oh and by the way…thanks for calling me back yesterday..you’ll get yours..
Very delusional. Mmmmmk. Hi The Mara. Maybe we should condense The Mara into on word. TheMara or TheMar. w0rd.