I’m on my way up out of the black hole that is my depression. Yesterday was seriously a horrible, no good, very bad day. Who else is with me on the Clinical Depression is Real and Drugs Help bandwagon? Tom Cruise is a weinerhead and is SO not invited to my parade.
Man, I wish my point and shoot easyshare with video didn’t die. H and Elli were just playing racetrack and it is pee-your-pants funny. He starts it by hiding around a door jamb and jumping out at her then running as fast as he can with her hot on his heels. After a couple runs between the living room and the bedroom, he can stop and just egg her on by going “Rah!” and lunging to act like he’s going to take off again. She will tuck her tail between her legs and run as fast as she possibly can until she gets so excited she is just a blur tearing in circles on our bed. Why does she have to tuck her tail to gain maximum MPH? I think it may just make her more aerodynamic. I love my little white tornado. But you knew that already. 🙂
I’ve just discovered Vox’s QotD. It rocks.
What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?
The last wedding I went to was in February, and it was a couple people in our CMA group gettin’ hitched. It was a very short sweet wedding with a very informal reception with a simple sammich and salad buffet. I wasn’t in the wedding. I have not been in any weddings, and from what I hear, I’m not missing much. I helped at the cake table at H’s brother’s wedding. That’s it.
If I could do my wedding over again, I would elope to Hawaii. I might see if my sister and his brother wanted to go (they were our maid of honor and best man) but no one else. If I could be granted do-overs, I would have had my hair and make up done instead of doing it myself. I would have said screw that ‘can’t see me before the wedding’ crap and gotten all of the pictures out of the way before the ceremony. I would have went to the groom’s dressing room and told him that he better spit out that gum STAT because if he slipped me his ABC gum on our wedding kiss, he would be involved in the fastest annulment in history. I would have had a back up for the limo that didn’t show up and was found a couple days later 100 miles away driver-less and suspected that its non-appearance was the result of a drug run gone bad. I would have forced myself to eat something so the champagne I downed didn’t make me sick and force me to go lay down for the evening and miss about 4 hours of MY day. Seriously. True story, ya’ll. This is my life.
Hotmail needs to pull their heads out of their collective butts. They have this new test they call HIP (human something or other) that supposedly protects against spamming, but all it protects me from is being able to send a damn email. Before you can send an email you have to type the letters you see in the picture and no matter how many times I do it, it says I typed invalid characters. Anyone else?
That’s about all my news… further updates as events warrant…
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dooooood.