If you're wondering if my children are all in school today, give yourself fifty extra points because HUZZAH! I am officially the mother of a junior high student (which is WEIRDNESS, I'm only 18! Wait...) and although the bus NEVER SHOWED UP (this is our first year riding the bus) we loaded The Boy in the car, zipped him off, got the girls' lunches packed in their bento boxes, walked them to school and tap danced home. Figuratively. (It was more of a barrel roll with jazz hands)
I am going to see Superbad at noon based on
Last night was our first dress rehearsal and I must say, my whore shoes are RIDICULOUSLY comfortable. No wonder strippers like them. Ha ha ha! The shorts are SO short, but my Sarah Michelle Gellar (seriously: she is her SPITTING IMAGE, but taller) co-star ends up wearing some of "my" shorts and her ass cheeks are truly hanging out at one point, so I consider myself lucky. The hunka hunka boy had two pairs of pants to try on, and I mentioned the second pair "showcased" him better, and he picked those. Heee! It's like having a legal affair, except there's no kissing or sex, just me coming on to him non-stop and him refusing me with a filthy look. So... just like real life. Ahaha.
I *do* have to kiss a guy - we have yet to meet (=/) and apparently he looks like the coach/dad on "Just The Ten of Us." Because... if you haven't kissed another man aside from your husband in over 8 years... that's the guy you want to kiss. Not Mr. Hot!Ass dusky Indian hotness. Nope, bring on the bald butterball. *head desk* (Hee! I kid.)
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I'm going to crank up The Chronic or some other dirty-worded music and enjoy my house. MY HOUSE IS MINE AGAIN!!! *gets krunked up*
(And happy birthday
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