The babysitter is sick, and I can’t seem to find anyone to watch Lucylu for the day…so it looks like my Memorial Day vacation is going to be another day longer.
Have you ever wondered how embarrassed you’d be if someone walked in on you whist in the middle of an, um, well, sacred act? A compromising position? It’s very embarrassing. Extremely embarrassing. Poor, poor Heath.
Yesterday I asked the resident web-nerd if he was EVER intending on fixing my website or if he was just going to sit around on his butt playing Nintendo Wii and picking his nose. He informed me that he had already migrated my site a week ago, but thanks for the consideration and DAMN, isn’t he a lucky man to have such a sweet, loving wife.
So, again, hello my faithful readers. I hope you are all reading this and not being retarded like me and spending time over at this site (ugly, isn’t it). I must go as my cable TV seems to be canceled, but for some reason we still get the We channel (aka Vagina TV) and SoapNet and I’m trying to figure out if Felicity is really visiting from the future or if she’s effing crazy.
Email I read this morning at 5:30 right before I left for work in response to me not being able to come to her wedding and the thought that I may just send Trent in my place:
“That’s OK about the wedding. Please don’t just send Trent. He might perform some sort of LAN miracle and upstage me, and that’s the last thing I want.”
Please excuse the mess. – TP
I was just going to write a very thoughtful post on the anniversary of Trent and I’s first date, which was five years ago. But when I went to look up the symbol for a five-year anniversary on Google, I realized the symbol is wood. And I could just hear Trent laughing his ass off. So before you say it honey, yes, I know you’ll give me some wood tonight. Cue that one song from SNL about putting ones genitals in a box…
Here are the flowers he got me without even realizing it was our anniversary. It’s fate.
