Hi.
THere is the most overwhelming amount of posts. Then I looked briefly at Feelings and almost died. Eeek. Hundreds of posts about rape. And necrophilia. And sex with inflated animals or something.
Can't handle it.
Guess what wonderful band won the Battle of the Bands last night...200.00 and fame. We taped it and I bet we've had to listen to it 40 times today.
My father-in-law kept saying loudly (he has had a couple of strokes in addition to being an ex-news announcer with a very booming voice) "What are they saying? I can't understand a word they're saying!" We kept shushing him, but he said it to everyone around, including Officer Marler, the school policeman, who said, "Me, neither." And then took earplugs out of his ears, which they both thought was very funny.
Sometimes I think I'm in the twilight zone.
My mother-in-law is very, very cool though, and she wore jeans and looked great. She even thought it was neat when a group of girls started screaming for Ammo to get naked.
Two carloads of teenagers just came in with a bunch of movies. No school tomorrow. I'd like to think they gather here because we are warm, accepting, beloved parents, but I think it's the Bose system and large screen TV.
After the in-laws left today, I half painted the living room in Blitzen Rose.
Why would they name a paint after one of Santa's reindeer?
And if you were going to use a reindeer, wouldn't Rudolph make more sense.
Rudolph's Rose.
Rudolph's Nose.
And that, my friends, is my weekend, devoid of wild sex games and risqué banter, I fear. But this is my contribution to 9,000,000. |
