the kids are gone. the company is gone. the loud noises are gone. and holy fucking balls is it nice. i mean i love my kids, and i love my friends. but i also love having a quiet house during these oh-so-fun peak hours of a hangover. not just a little one either. this hangover has gone plaid.

so the manwhore pays us a visit from the 'big city'. its safe to say he will probably never be back for a visit. for so many reasons. most of them including the horrors of our small town 'excitement', like bars that only sell beer in cans. and maybe even a little to do with me being a total asshole. yea, id say more likely the second one.

and thank you tara for the massive cold that has declared war directly behind my face. the sneezing and snot and stoopid voice make for a freakishly erotic sideshow.

nothing makes me smile more than spiting my exhusband. why? because im a bitch, thats why. like watching the look on his face when our 3 year old proudly said "listen dad, fo shizzle my nizzle bizzle". that my friends, is fucking priceless.

this weekend was fun. and informative. brian can NOT draw a lion. or a walrus. or a ghost. in fact, brian just plain cannot draw anything but railroad tracks and potatoes. and it seems robert may have never seen a globe in the entire span of his life. pam is a penguin goddess, and tara... well tara got stuck with 'kitchen'. face it boys, you lost. bad. and dont blame it on 'in orbit'... ya'll just fucking suck.

ahh, 2.30pm. finally starting to sober up. im not a lush, i just have a cold. this puts the old days of wake 'n bake to shame. theres nothing like getting out of bed at 5am and doing a dozen shots of baileys alone. ok, except for maybe this...



oh yeah baybee. thats right. im just that damn sexy.
fo shizzle.