ye olde crapfest

as much as i'd love to leave that (see below) up here for all eternity, or to include it in every post from here on out, i guess it's time to move it on down the line. soooo sad. it's probably the thing i will forever remember as being "the funniest thing of 2005."

so anyway, tomorrow is little mr. b's birthday, and like a good girlyfriend, i've got many exciting things planned. i bought him a (sort of more expensive than i'd imagined) total surprise bday present which he will LOVE but never in a million years expect. i've tricked him into thinking that i got him a million-dollar flatscreen tv, but we all know that ain't happenin'. i'll let him dream... it's his birthday, he deserves it. i can't say what it is as of yet, because once every four months or so he reads this thing and i'd hate to ruin everything just one day shy of pulling it off. we're also going bowling (anyone want to go? we haven't called people yet, but all are welcome), and eating "savory breakfast wellington," a new recipe i'm trying out for the occasion which consists of sausage, bacon, onions & peppers and cream cheese all combined and wrapped and baked in a crescent roll crust. YUM. the birthday boy has also requested three Special Events, and i guess i've got little choice but to comply. i won't go any further into the details of that, cuz i am a laaady. then, tomorrow night, we're drinking! the old folx are going out for alcohols! look out everybody! z's got high hopes for his longevity... i just hope i don't have to carry him anywhere, he can get heavy with those muscly arms o' his.

it's gonna be piss-ass craptastic weather from this afternoon on into next week. i'm grumbling a little about it, but "this too shall pass." pretty soon it will be hott hott hott non-stop and i can quit bitching. i was so looking forward to planting things this weekend, but i guess it can wait.

alright, back to playing "the sore throat game." i'm trying to get myself excused from this hellhole a little early today. fingers crossed, "folk" style (shout out to the gangs i never knew existed in la'ville, least til' my little sister met and blew them).