I'll have all of you know that despite my laziness, I threw on my Air Force Ones and walked my ass down and back up the big ol' hill that I reside on. Had dinner and wine at the bottom and then panted heavily the whole way up. My ass is totally tighter already. HAH. Came home and attempted to fix the clog in my bathtub, but somehow got draino on my right index finger. Actually that's a lie, I totally know how. Right after I poured it, I decided to pick at the hair in the drain using a bobby pin. Unfortunately the pin was pretty short and.. yeah, you catch my drift. Not my finest moment. My finger is still numb (an hr later). Am I supposed to call poison control??
On a lighter note, HAPPY 50TH BIRFFDAY!!!
I'm sorry I once (or numerous times) made you do naughty things to/with Ken. I hope it didn't fuck you up too bad. LALA XO