82 posts tagged “lesley”

I saw this on Lesley's myspace and it cracked me up.
I feel the need to share.

Meatloaf

I haven't been to a sex store in quite awhile. 
It's been six or so months.
The last time I was there I was with Nathan and Lesley and Lesley was admiring the Hitachi Magic Wand.
It seemed cool, and the Terrorist has mentioned there amazing orgasm giving abilities but to me, it wasn't worth spending $89.
We moved on (but not without purchasing other fun stuff) and until last night I hadn't thought about it again.

I've mentioned before that my boyfriend is a geek.  He's big into computer geekery and his latest project is to find me a Netbook that's not insanely expensive.  While doing this he's been surfing around his favourite geek sites and came upon this...  Amazing Savings  Plus because he's a member of newegg he gets another $5 off because of some sale they're having. 

I can't pass up a deal like that!!!  Though, I have to be honest... I'm a little scared.

Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday.  (Those are rare for me.)

The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up.  He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.)  The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain.  We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work.  Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.

That's when the really Christmas joy began. 
No, I'm totally lying. 
I didn't really do much of anything exciting. 
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time") 

Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...

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Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)

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Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek.  (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-)  Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things.  Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium.  Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white)  from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements.  The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium.  I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after,  all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case.  So, the Terrorist enlightened me.  Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower

That was pretty much the gist of my day. 
Oh yeah...

I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner.  (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.)  It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."

I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect.  It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments.  Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.

Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend.  I don't have to work at all this weekend.  Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on.  Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.

Now, I need to go make the kid lunch.  Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.

Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...

11 days until my birthday!!

:-)

I'm a bit bored.

Yeah, sure, there's a million things I could be doing.  I COULD do the rest of the dishes, or clean up the house or go get Little T's laundry up from the basement, or I could even take a shower and start getting ready for work.  But I don't really want to do any of those things,  and I'm starting to get sick so I think I should just sit on my Tush and not do nothin'.  (Including using proper grammar.)

Over the past few months I've taken various pictures on my camera phone, some with the intent to blog about, some just because I saw something cool/funny that I wanted to remember and some... I have no fucking idea why I took them.  Today, I loaded them all up onto Vox and I'm going to have a show and tell. 

Exciting, huh?

...A bit of a warning... you might want to get comfy, 'cause there's a lot of 'em.

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Me, with freakishly curly and reddish hair.  (In the Terrorist's bathroom)

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Lesley's blood on one of the couch cushions to the Terrorist's couch.  (A couch which I strongly dislike... but we wont get into that.)  Lesley called me one night when I was hanging out with the T and told me she sliced her finger open but she thought she'd be fine and she was going to go out drinking.  (Smart, huh?  Thin out your blood when you have an open wound.)  Anyway, we talked her into stopping by his place so he could play doctor, the couch was unfortunately just an innocent bystander that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Lesley and I laying on the benches at Ikea, waiting for her couch.  Fuck, I loved that couch.  It was a little on the soft side but it was so big and cozy and wonderful.

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A picture of one of the first cloves of garlic to ever enter my woman-ness (sorry I've been reading romance novels lately)  I believe the keys are there for scale.  I haven't had those key chains in ages.  That was taken a LONG time ago.

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I really don't know why this picture was taken.  I believe it was to convince Chris to come hang out with us.  I don't think it worked.

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These two were taken the morning of Adian's 6th birthday.  (I think it was 6th.)  We had breakfast and then went swimming at the local-ish community center.  It was a lot of fun.  Miss those two terribly.

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Something bit me.  A lot.  I don't know what the fuck it was but I woke up with this yucky, itchy rash one morning and it took like two weeks for it to go away.  I found some creepy bug type thing in my room a few days after and was convinced that that was it but I never got around to googling it to find out what the fuck the bug was and if it cause itchy rashes or not.

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This picture sucks.  And as stated in the last post I'm lazy and don't feel like fucking with the levels on it to make it clearer.  What it is... two bottles of NightTrain a bit bottle and a little bottle.  The T got the big one, I got the little one, we proceeded to drink them all then had my first drunken sex experience.  I'm sure there was more to it then that, but those are the key points... And I remember the sex well, it was some good lovin'.

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My friend Kathrine uses the handle "SexHead" for all her online adventures so I decided to show her that she's not the only one who suffers (is it really suffering though?) from Sexhead.

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Back around April or May the T and his roommates had a BBQ.  It was to celebrate the birthday of one of their friends/roommates who had passed away a few months prior.  The T invited me and I did my best to "forget" about it because I'm not good with strangers especially since I wasn't sure where he and I stood regarding relationship stuff and I knew there would probably be a lot of his female friends there many of whom he'd boned at some point in the past.  Anyway, he wouldn't let me forget and Lesley wasn't home so I couldn't get her opinion on how I looked to I took a picture and sent it to Kathrine for her opinion.  This was the picture I sent.

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It's a cervix made out of soap!!
 

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This flower was at the gate to our front yard.  I'm sure it's dead now but when I took this picture it was still doing well even though it was REALLY freakin cold outside. 

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It's a mouse cheese grater!!!   How cool is that?!?!?!

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Apparently you can buy vibrators at Freddie's now.  I love the fact that they write "Personal Massager" on it and have a picture of a chick on the cover.  They could at least try to be a bit more discreet.  Any-who, it's good to know that if my "personal massager" breaks I don't have to go far to get another one.

10-28-08_2312

At work we've been having a lot of waste at the end of the night so we've started discounting certain items to $1 after 8pm.  When I got to work after my weekend this is the sign that the 19 year old supervisor created to inform our customers about our deal.  It says  "All Pastries on the top shelf are just $1 today.  (Smiley Face)  Awesome people love pasties."  I was the first one to notice the typo.  We decided to leave the sign up until someone commented on it and it took about a month or so.

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I got this awesome dip recipe from my sister a few years ago.  The shit is like crack.  You can't stop.  You know you've had enough and you don't really want anymore but you just can't stop eating it.  After I made it the other day I wanted to try a little sample of it because it had been a year or so since I last had it.  My little sample turned into 1/3 of the plate.  Oops.

Ps.  If you're interested... Take a warm block of cream cheese, blend it with half a bottle of Hickory Smoke BBQ sauce, dice up an onion, a green pepper and a tomato, put the blended stuff down first, layer the other things on it and top with shredded cheese.  It's delicious.  Or just really addicting. 








Okay I think that's it for picture time.  I need to go smoke a cigg and make the kid some lunch then get ready for work even though I really don't want to go because I don't feel good and it's cold and it's going to be busy as all fuck.

I woke up absolutely livid this morning.
Went to bed kind of pissed off too.

Why, you ask?

When I got home from work last night I was checking weather reports and what not and decided to check the Kids school to make sure he had school.  He didn't.  They cancelled it because we MIGHT get some snow.  That irritated me because I was planning to finish up some Christmas shopping and get pho with Lesley today and with no school that means I can't do either.   I understand Maine is a far cry from Portland Oregon when it comes to weather.  They're not equipped to deal with this stuff like we are back home, so fine, whatever.  What pissed me off was the fact that the Terrorist never told me.  And I know he knew because they have this nifty automated phone system that calls all the parents to let them know as soon as the decision is made to cancel school.

HE KNOW"S THAT I"M GOING TO HAVE TO CANCEL MY PLANS TO STAY HOME WITH THE KID AND HE DOESN'T HAVE THE COURTESY TO TELL ME!?!?!?! 

What the fuck!?!??!?!?!

I figure there's an explanation and I go to bed.  Maybe he's planing on telling me in the morning...

Next morning (this morning)
The alarm goes off, the T gets up, Nothing.
He comes in the bed room, roots around in his closet for a bit, still nothing.
At this point I'm contemplating bringing it up but the bed is warm and the living room is not so the lazy, sleepy side wins.   Plus I'm still convincing myself that he'll pop in to give me a kiss and inform me of the lack of school right before he leaves.

Then I hear the front door open and close.

Immediately I go from kinda pissed off to totally livid.
Then I promptly fall asleep for an hour or two.

When I wake up, I immediately start fighting with him in my head and I can tell you, it's not pretty.

Part of my morning routine is to check and see if I have missed calls.  There were none but I decided to check the recent call log.  Last call... The Terrorist 7.55p 12/16

What?
I don't remember talking to him last night.

So I check my voice-mail...
The third message went something like this...
"Hey baby, I just got a call from Little T's school, he doesn't have school tomorrow and it's supposed to get bad tonight so you should get out of there as soon as possible and drive safe."

Holy mother fucker, I am a complete and total Jackass!!!

I felt like the HUGEST idiot.

I've mentioned it before and I'm sure it'll come up again...
Living with a 9 year old is one hell of a learning experience. 

I never realized that parent types don't actually enjoy nagging.  I thought they did it because they like being annoying. 
Then comes Little T.
I became a nagging machine* and I HATED it.
Today, he's a peach.  Actually all last week he was a peach too (aside from a slight tendency to be a bit smart alec-y.)  I haven't had to nag at all.  It's amazing!

Little T just asked me to put the password in for his computer so he can play on it.  I got up to check his room, it was all cleaned, nothing on the floor that wasn't supposed to be there, I even kind of tried to find something to comment on, but there was nothing.  Awesome.  Then he told me that when I was a kid no one new what computers were... not so awesome.

I went to Rockaway Beach yesterday to get a washer/dryer.  Rockaway Beach is about 99 miles from here (one way) I got Lesley's truck and went out there and picked up this washer/dryer I found on craigslist for $40.  I got it back here, the Terrorist and I got them off the truck and into the basement, then we realized that we have the wrong plug for the dryer, the hoses are both leaky and the venting tube thingy is WAY too short.  That trip to Home Depot cost me about 30 something dollars.  I'm starting to think I should have just stayed local and spent $100 on some of the local washer/dryers I saw on craigslist.  I got all the Home Depot stuff this morning, I was going to go hook it all up but I'm lazy and I figure that's what the Terrorist is for.  What's the point in living with a boy if they don't do the manual labor and spider killing?

I need a day off.  Just one.  A day to myself when I don't focus on doing things that are work related, cleaning related, kid/boy related or having to do with taxes/other errands.  Basically I want one full day when I can do nothing but sit around watch LOST and eat ice cream... ALL FREAKIN DAY!!!  I can't do that though.  My catholic upbringing forbids it.  The guilt would be too much.  Maybe after I finish my tax fiasco (which I plan on battling tomorrow) then maybe on Wednesday I can take the early part of the day to lay around and be a lazy oaf.  Maybe.

* "Machine" might be a bit of an extreme term but I'm using my poetic license.

All day yesterday I kept thinking it was my Friday.  Exciting!
Then I continually had to remind myself that it WASN'T my Friday.  Depressing.

Today, that's not the case.  It IS my Friday.  Yay! 

Even though I slept until 1130a I still got pretty much everything done I needed to do.  I'm waiting to hear back from my insurance lady so I can actually pay for my Auto Insurance Policy and I need to fill out the Rental Forms but I think I might do that as well as going over my budget at work on my lunch.  The budget definitely because it's payday today and I can see how much I got and if my budget will in fact work for the amount of money I made.  I might do the rental forms today before work if I have time.  (ie: If I don't take too much time blogging.)

Tomorrow, is my day off.  I'm going to let the weather decide what I'm going to do.  If is nice out, I want to get out of the house and just not be in the house. Maybe get pho with Lesley or just go downtown and hang out (and check my Po Box.)  If it's not nice then I will probably stay in my "Pj's" all day, watch Tv and let my brain ooze outta my ear.  Well, I really should get a Registration/Title application and fill it out, plus I want to get my linens from downstairs so I can "work" on the Terrorist.*

The Terrorist has been talking about organizing the bedroom.  Which is good, it needs to be done.  Since they moved in about 80% of their stuff has found a home and the other 20% has been hanging out in boxes waiting to be be relocated.  It's starting to bug both of us so he said he was going to move shit around tonight before Little T gets home from the Baby Momma's Momma's house. 

Awesome.  Mostly. 

Before they moved in I made a serious attempt to clean and "neutralize" the house.  Since I lived here before they did I didn't want either of them to feel like they were moving into my house it's our house so I tried to make it so they would feel that way.**  I think I did an okay job at it with the exception of the bedroom.  All my stuff is in there and I didn't know what was gonna be done so I just left it and figured the Terrorist and I could figure it out later.  Which is pretty much what is going on but I have that slight worry that something embarrassing might pop up while he's moving stuff around.  Though I don't really know what I'm worried about because I openly admit that I occasionally rock out to Britney and really, is there anything else worse than that? 

Okay, I have 30 minutes to fill out rental forms before I have to get in the shower.  I think I might be able to get it done.  I just wish we had a table so I could sit at it to do paperwork.  Fuck, I'm getting old.

* I say "work" because I haven't really given anyone a massage in quite sometime and it's gonna suck because I forgot most everything I once knew, plus there's the fact that there hasn't been any "adult time" lately because of the broken va-jay-jay and it will most likely turn into one of those massages. 
** Honestly my primary concern was Little T.  He's moved a lot in his young life and I want him to know that this is his home too.  Not just his dads, not just mine, not his dad's and mine but his too.  I was concerned about the Terrorist too but he's an adult he handles that shit better than a kid would. 

I got ditched. 
I'm doing my damnedest to not get butt hurt over it.

Lesley and I had plans for pho today.  To catch up, discuss apartment issues and actually talk because we haven't really seen each other since she got back from Singapore.
She's too busy moving everything today and organizing shit and doing all that crap that comes with moving.  She requested a postponement until tomorrow.  It's not that I can't do it tomorrow, I could, I just don't want to.  I kind of hold Sundays sacred.  They're my day to do my thing, whether that's lay in bed all day, laundry, stoned blogging... whatever.  So we rescheduled to Wednesday. 

Today would have been best.  It's the day we've had planned for a week.

Get over it, Megan.

Got a text from the Terrorist last night at around 1230a.  He was asking if I wanted to stop by to watch Obama's speech.  Now, if it was anyone other than him, I'd think it was the "Wanna come watch a movie" line and everyone knows that there is no actual movie WATCHING when someone agrees to that.  Well, maybe a the first 5-10 minutes but that's it.  Because this is the Terrorist, I knew he actually meant WATCH the speech.  So, I went over.  Not so much for the speech as to hang out with the T and get some cuddle time in.  The speech was very good.  Gave me goose bumps on many occasions.  Awesome.

God, I'm cranky.
 
Disclaimer:  Bowl smoke-age to commence now.  I need to get out of this cranky ass mood.  Not sure if the reefer will help but it sure as fuck can't hurt.  I really don't know why I'm disclaiming anything... but I figure it's fun.  Hehe.  Yes, I admit it, my name is Megan and I like using useless disclaimers on my blog!  (Hi Megan!)

I'm kind of over the Jamiroquai thing.  Though I might have to rewind it to Love Foolosophy one more time.

I got a text from a friend of mine (Blondie) I used to work with at Capers.  I haven't seen her since I've been back in town though we keep making tentative plans and on or both of us flake out.  Her 27th birthday was on Thursday and she wanted me to stop in and have drinks with her and her 8 gajillion friends.  It was being held at this bar in the Pearl District, which is a pretty area and I tend to enjoy walking around there but I can't handle the posh-ness that all the business's posses.  Which Is why I just walk around and never enter any of them.  I drove by the bar it was at... The District and had to force myself to not turn around and run screaming.  I sucked it up, went in, got an $8 Monopalova and cran and proceeded to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.* 
I've learned over the years that I don't fit in with the "pretty people" of the world.  I tried for a long time and it just made me feel horrible about myself.  I'm not sure why because I really have nothing in-common with the types that frequent these type of places.  I give a shit about things other than how my blond highlights came out on my blond hair or which of the guys I'm seeing has the highest net worth and that's how I'll pick who I'm going to start getting serious with. 
I feel like it should be stated that I love Blondie.  I've had a shit ton of fun with her, she introduced me to pho and day drinking and strippers.  Okay so she didn't really introduce me to strippers but day drinking & strippers were something we always did together.  She is very much a pretty girl.  Not just because she's beautiful but I guess the term "every-girl" should be used here.  The terrorist has been trying to explain to me what exactly an every-girl is and I think I finally grasped the concept.  Thanks to Blondie.  Granted, I think she's an extreme case of the every-girl but she IS an every-girl. 
The awkward standing got moved outside to awkward sitting.  Blondie and I actually got a few seconds to talk in which she told me about how the guy she's seeing organized the shin dig for her along with taking her out to get her Nails & Hair did, taking her shopping and getting her some ridiculously over priced designer dress for the night with matching shoes.  It was a seriously deep discussion. 
She finished her cigarette and went inside with a group of friends that showed up.  I stayed outside, smoking and trying to find a graceful way to get the fuck out of there.  That's when Ireland started talking to me.  Ireland is this middle age-ish red haired, red faced dude.  I actually think he might have been younger than middle age but I'm pretty sure due to years of excessive drinking he's getting older (and redder) than his years.  He was a friend of Blondie's, we chatted for half a minute then his conversation continued with my tits.  Now, I know I have a great rack but how can anyone think that tit talking is acceptable?!?!   There are very very very few acceptations to this rule.  Guys... Tit talking is not cool.  Don't do it!!!  This was the final straw for me.  I decided I wasn't going to worry about being tactful.  I put half of my $8 drink down, went and gave Blondie a hug and told her I was peacin' out. 

I was on my way to the Terrorists and I decided to stop for a fountain coke.  Somehow I locked myself out of my car (probably because I was half stoned and talking to Nathan on the phone).  I hadn't replaced my key under my plate since the last time I got locked out.  So I was more or less fucked.  Luckily I was 2 blocks from the Terrorists house so I walked up there, got a coat hanger, and figured I'd try to jimmy the lock.  I've tried this a few times and have never been able to get it.  This time, was different.  I GOT IT!!   I was very proud of myself.
When I got back to the Terrorist's house he made me put my key back on my plate.  Now I know that if I get locked out again (haha, if, who the fuck am I kidding... WHEN I get locked out again) I will have two methods to get back in my car.  Very exciting.
But not as exciting as stair sex.
Like that little segue? 
Oh yeah, I got boned on the stairs!  I'm pretty sure at least one of his neighbors had to have seen my ass but that's okay.  It was some good sexin'. 
Complete with bite marks on the back of my hand from an attempt to keep myself quite. 
Classy.

Reefer and blogging about snotty bitches really did make me feel better.
Yay.  Fuck, I should go get ready for work. 
I don't want to go to work. 
I need to find another job.

*I would have pasted myself against a wall but there was no wall space anywhere near the party and though I seriously contemplated it I figured standing half way across the room by myself would probably just make me seem even more socially awkward.

Why does shit always change so quickly for me?

For as long as I can remember whenever things start to change in my life everything changes and it all happens in a flash.

I got home and Lesley's shit was half moved out today.  Her and the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet viewed an apartment yesterday and apparently they landlord is a friend of a friend of the bihganty and BAM... they got the place.

It's fucking insane.

It makes me sad though.  Hopefully everything will be better after pho on Saturday.  Hopefully.

When I got home, my first objective was to call my landlord.  Which I did and though I'm sure that he likes me I'm still a little bit nervous about stuff.  (Rental Apps, Credit/Criminal Checks and what not.)  Only time will tell though.  Second on the agenda was to get stoned. 
Apparently I haven't smoked in so long I fucking forgot where I put my stash.  I looked in three different places before I found it. 
Fuuuuuck!

I need to go shower.  A really long, long ass shower.  It's gonna be great.

I need to be in bed at a semi-reasonable hour tonight.  I've been too grumpy all day.  Starting this morning with a comment by the T that I took WAY too personally.  It's just continued to grow from there. 

Last night after posting about my irritability I was in bed and I got a text from the Terrorist offering his ear and cigarettes for venting purposes.  So I ran up here for a smoke and a chat. 

The cause of my irritability was this:  the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet has more or less moved in.  That in itself doesn't really bother me.  I've made it no secret that I'm not his number one fan but I can be civil.  He needs a place to stay while he and Les look for a new place so fine... he can crash with us.  (Plus he's paying rent.)  What i didn't think of is that fact that he has a dog.  So, last night, when I got home and poked my head in Lesley's room to say hi, the furry four legged friend was chillin on the floor. 
Not cool.
Personally I am a pet lover.  I think they're fabulous.  Dogs, Cats, Reptiles, Fish... whatever.  The problem though, is that it has been specifically stated in our rental contract and other times that there are NO PETS! allowed.  So, the pooch has got to go.  Unless Lesley gets the okay from our landlord I'm going to have to be a cunt about this.  I refuse to loose that apartment because of her boyfriends dog. 

The other cause's of my irritability are from non-direct sources.  Things such as my nephew who is the only 15 year old douche bag I know.  The Baby Momma and the Baby Momma's Momma are causing grief for the T which isn't cool.  The fact that noone has called me to offer me a surpremely awesome job (nevermind the fact that I haven't sent resumes out anywhere) is a fairly big irratation.  Little T... No... Little T has been awesome today.  AND thanks to my sister we've come up with a wonderful idea for dinner.  My sister is kind of irratating me but I think she's finnally pulled her head out of her ass. 

Okay that's enough.  I need to do stuff.  Maybe go pick some strawberries.  The T's neighbors have a yard full of strawberries and they've given us free reign but I keep forgetting about it.  Today would be a good day for that.

Plus, Strawberries are happy.