I should really be writing right now. I just got home from my second job and I was all set to write but it's 11pm and I got lost in the blog zone...and now Robot Chicken is on and I love that show... Everyone should check out the episodes with Snuggle Bear and My Little Apocolypose Ponies.
I don't really even have anything to say. I just felt bad I hadn't blogged in a week.
I had an interesting weekend. But in the intrest of keeping the blog PG or at least PG13 I can't really talk about it. We went to Ross's friend's house.
Yeah, I know. Ross has a friend. That's not Chris. (For those of you who don't know me, my husband has a genuine, USDA Certified Bromance.)
I like Chris, but let me repeat a Tweet that I sent on Friday when I was at the Twins game with both of them:
"My husband and his best friend are like two 12 year old girls. On acid. And uppers. With ADHA. Help!"
It really is that bad. You can ask people who know. So I like the other friend because it's not so...well...junior high.
Anyway, an actual Tweet from me on Saturday night:
"Leif is naked and we playin guitar hero. Ross is not winning"
See? I told you I can't talk about it. But it was a nice (nice as in funny, not as in family friendly) night and it didn't cost us any money which was good. We don't have spare money to go out right now (sorry to the people we were supposed to go out with on Saturday, but that was why.)
I just want to interject right here that I really like the word "Kraken." Like from Pirates of the Caribean. I don't know why. I just like how it sounds. Maybe I'll name my first born Kraken.
OMG!!!! THEY'RE PLAYING THE VIDEO FOR WEASEL STOMPING DAY BY WEIRD AL!!! I LOVE IT!!!
All right, time for bed. Or at least something productive.
Until...later....
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