I'VE OBVIOUSLY BEEN VERY BUSY.

Yesterday, I had to inform my husband, the computer genious, the car fixer-upper, the reader and understander of technical manuals, what the slang phrase "Muffin Top" means. He thought it meant (oh God) a girl with a small rack. Like about the size of actual muffin tops. I am not yet over the shame.

Anyway, over the course of me explaining, my brain (which works in mysterious ways) came up with a new slang term. So, you know how when you see a girl with pants on that are 2 sizes too small and a belly shirt, it's called "muffin top"....but what about when you see a guy with that gut hanging over his belt buckle? This is where my new phrase comes into play!

Girl with gut = Muffin Top

Guy with gut = Cupcake Top

*pause for inevitable laughter*

See...and here's how I came up with that...when a girl has a muffin top, it's pretty uniform, right? Like, on both sides and in the front (can I believe I'm talking about this? Um, actually, yeah! I can.), and when I bake muffins, they generally come out pretty uniform too. On the other hand, when I bake cupcakes, they always come out lopsided! Like a guy's gut! You know how you see a man from behind and they look totally normal and maybe even a little bit in shape and then they turn around and there it is! Six months pregnant!

So who's with me? Let's put "cupcake top" on the map! LOL

And also, I feel compelled to inform y'all that earlier, I ate a piece of Quaker granola bar off the floor. To my credit, I had only dropped it about a second earlier and I did blow on it. What? You know germs jump off at the first sign of a breeze. Oh you didn't? It's totally true. Really. It is. Stop looking at me that way.

Oh whatever.

I'm off to go sit in the freezer. It's damn hot in here.

WARNING: DO NOT EAT MCDONALD'S CHEESEBURGERS FOR BREAKFAST

The Scene: Barnmouse and Rat's upstairs hallway by the linen closet.

Rat: *looking at the floor in the linen closet* We really need to pull up the carpet in here and put down the hardwood floor like the rest of the upstairs.

Mouse: Uh huh...

Rat: *looking up that the attic door thingy* And we need to look in the attic.

Mouse: Uh...why? To check for bodies?

Rat: *cocking his head like a dog who's heard something weird* shh shh shh...listen......

Mouse: *getting really creeped out* what???

Rat: pfffffffftttttttt

Rat: *grin*

Mouse: nice. thank you.

End Scene.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was pretty much the extent of my weekend. Yes, I know. You're welcome.

Meh

Okay. So far, not really impressed with MySpace, but really...did I think I was going to be? Umm...no. I guess I just don't get it. What does it do? What's it for? Other than to promote the new Transformers movie, which I hear enough about at home because Rat is a huge dork. Hee.

I get that it can be used as a dating service of sorts (not that I'd ever date anyone that found me on freakin' MySpace, but hey, that's just me).

And you can like, leave messages for people? Am I correct about that?

Please, someone! Help! What's the point of MySpace?! I'm starting to get why people call it "WhySpace"...cause just really...whyyyyyy???

Anyway.

Enough of that.

I feel like I've been kind of a sucky bloggy person as of late, skipping my Things on the Road Thursdays, and I can't remember the last time I did SPF, not to mention the sporatic posting.

*whispers* my cat is staring at me....for like 5 minutes now...wtf...*/whispers*

So. My point? Umm...Oh yeah! I'll try to do better! :) Like now! See? Doing better! Writing stuff.

I totally dropped a carton of eggs not 20 feet out of the grocery store today. Yeah, that was fun. Surprisingly, only 4 of them were broken though. Oh damn! I was going to make a cake for Rat! I completely forgot until now! Stupid brain. Always on break. I made a doggy cake today (apple cinnamon just in case you were wondering, and don't kid yourself, you totally were) and when Rat got home he looked at it and you could see his brain working things out. First it was "Yay! A cake! And it's just for me!". Then it was "Wait, what are those things in it?". Then "Oh, they're apples." And finally "Dammit, this is for the dog, isn't it?".

I'm looking for a name for that one now too. So...still looking for a name for this cake (and remember, winner gets doggy treats!!!) and now looking for a name for this one too. Didn't take a picture of it though. But again, apple and cinnamon. And it's made in a "bundt" pan (is that right?....I think it's right) so it's round with a hole in the middle and then cut into wedges. Same as the other one.

In other news....This is back.


Yeah. I know.

At least, I thought I knew. Until I got to play my new Spyro. Now...I am in love.

Yes. Yes, you are right. Rat IS the luckiest man alive! How sweet of you to notice.

And now, in closing, just because I love y'all, here is a picture of the shirt I wore today.


And let me go ahead and tell all you postal workers, cashiers, waiters and waitresses, stock boys, and nosey old ladies out there that no, I do not in fact, eat glue. If I did, do you really think I would wear a shirt saying so? NO! No I would not.

Also, do you have any idea how many pictures I had to take to get one that focused on the shirt and not my boobs?

If y'all are lucky, I post one of the shirt I'm thinking of wearing tomorrow. I get a little nervous about wearing that one in public, lest I offend someone. hee.

And Johnboy, y'all have a nice day.

Cuteness Overload

My dog is talking in his sleep right now.

I can hear him 2 rooms away.

Is this one of those "only cute to me" kind of things? Rat thinks it's annoying, but then I have to remind him of how loud he snores (by replaying the tape I recorded of him snorin' his ass off, oh yes I did).

And for those of you wondering why I'm up typing this at 1:52 in the morning? See above.

Enough Already....Where are my Brains?!

"Seriously. Tomorrow. Clean Bathroom!"

This is what I've been reduced to. Having to leave myself Post-It's on my bathroom mirror at 2 am. Who would have thought a 25 year old would be so scatterbrained? To make matters worse, I had written another Post-It note the day before to clean the bathroom and still forgot!

Damn. I need help.

But at least I have a clean bathroom now. For five minutes. Because I live with a man. And instead of spitting in the sink, apparently they think it's perfectly fine to just go "phhhhhhlllllllbbbbbttttttt" all over the damn place.

Next time I'm leaving the note above his sink.

We'll never have to buy wallpaper or new paint again. We can just line the walls with all the post-its I have to use to remind myself to do things. Like breathe.

I now dub thee sir "sounds like a bad name, but it's really not, I swear, I have examples!"

Okay....y'all remember many times, long, long ago when I complained and whined about coming up with a name for my hubby, instead of the way overused "Hubby", "The Hub", "The Hubs", etc...

Well, I think I've done it. Now, give it a chance before you go and judge. I was trying to come up with something that fit him, which is where I went wrong. Last night, while not sleeping, again, I decided to try and come up with something. Anything. At. All.

So here's what I've got. I'm mouse, Miss Mouse, if you feel you need to be proper and give me the respect I so rightfully deserve. So. What kind of goes with mouse? Yes! That's right. Rat!

Stop looking at me that way.

Not nasty, glowy-eyed, sewer-dwelling, nuclear waste-eating rat. I mean sweet, cute, fuzzy, chubby, mouth full of food, kind of rat. Like at PetsMart! Or like Steve McQueen on House!
Say it with me now...."Awwwwww"! He's all cute and fooffy and squishy! I am filled with warm fuzzyness and the need to go to PetsMart and buy a rat. See, when I was thinking about what to call my husband on this here blog, my first thought was "hamster". Cause hamsters are larger than mice. But then kept thinking of funny Richard Gere rumor and just couldn't do it. Then I remembered Steve McQueen from House! And ta da! A star was born!

Speaking of things that fill me with warm fuzzies......

THIS is not one of them. That there? Is a freakin' BOOT PRINT on my FLOOR MAT. It magically appeared during one of the last two times I had to take my Jeep Liberty in for recalls. That's right. Plural. And nothing gives you confidence in the dealership mechanics than hearing them say "I don't know how long it'll take to finish. This is the first one we've done." twice in two weeks. Of course, it's all my fault for buying a Jeep that runs on biodiesel because it's better for the environment. Stupid me. Stupid boot-print-leavin' mechanic! Of course, I couldn't notice it until a week after the last appointment. Stupid me, again.

Bah.

Back to things that are shiney and pretty and fill me with warm fuzzies.

This was a Christmas present from my super duper Super Model friend! I luuurve it. It's a journal, and I it didn't show up real well in the picture, but her itty bitty red outfit is made of little sparklies. And I loves me some sparklies! It's also a journal, on TOP of being super cool and pretty on the outside! So I'm supposed to take it with me places and write down all my random thoughts. I have lots of those. Maybe this will help me remember all those things that I thought I'd write about but then forgot, even though they'd be absolutely hilarious and make milk or whatever come out of your nose when you read them. Yeah, I'm trying to do better. I've even written stuff in it already! That will be my next entry. Hopefully.

On a completely unrealted note, has anyone tried the South Beach Diet? I'm starting tomorrow. So of course, tonight, I had pasta. Hee. Had to get my fix, man!

So I'm still waiting on a call from Rat to tell me to come pick him up from work, since he went in again this evening for some thingamajig or other. Don't tell him , but I totally don't really get what he does at all. It's computer mumbojumbo. He can fix anything! (of course, that's only after he breaks it...but still! Fix! Good!) He's so smart. I feel slightly stupid around him sometimes, although I'm sure I know tons of stuff that he doesn't. Like train a horse! Can he train a horse?! No! Didn't think so. Thankyouverymuch. Oh, but if you NEED a horse trained, I'm totally you're girl. Really. In North Carolina? Have a pretty horse you need trained that you're willing to pay me tons and tons of money for? Me! Pick me! OH OH OH!!! *Horshack impression* Seriously though, I taught my horse to lay down. Lay. Down. With me still on his back. Totally felt like a camel! Weird.

Enough advertising. Love me people! Love me! Think I'm cute and pretty! I'll cry. I swear I will.

Meh.

Here.

Here is picture of cute, fuzzy, adorable, squishy, Winston kitty. He always props one leg out like that. Is that weird?

Awww....he's just so cute and tubby! And his teensy weensy wittle kitty feet?! I think I might just cry!

Must go medicate self.

The World Has Been Taken Over by Aliens!

Oh no, wait, that's just what I've been forced to watch for the past several hours.

Y'all...the world is coming to an end.















Yes, that's exactly what it looks like. The gods smiled on "The Computer Whisperer" while we were at Target today. Whenever we go there, he always leaves me with the cart and books it over to the electronics section and plays the PS3 they have set up there, much to the dismay of all the little kids there waiting in line for him to die (in the game, of course). Today, he did the same thing, but then noticed that partially obscured behind the PS3 sign, was in fact *gasp* the actual console....and it was For! Sale!

I learn all about this after I drug the shopping cart all around the store and loaded up, what appears to be, our yearly supply of Mt Dew and Diet Mt Dew, plus a six pack of Dr Pepper, just for diversity (when in fact, it's just about a 3 weeks worth....hee hee), and found the dish soap because we have to buy it from Target, IT'S ONE DOLLAR CHEAPER OHMYGOD.

I make my way over to the game department, trying not to step on the little kid who is making it his immediate goal to get run over by a 300 pound shopping cart filled with diet mounting dew goodness, and Hubby glances at me, while still playing the game, and says "What would you say if I bought this?".

Um. Yeah. What?

Obviously, he won that one.

Now answer me this, wouldn't you think, if you bought a $599.99 game console (PLUS TAX) that a game would come with it? Yeah, that's what I thought too. But no. NO! NO FREE GAME FOR YOU! So $60 extra (technically $59) for a game so you can use the damn thing.

At least he's happy. This is actually his birthday present, which is in February. The end of February. Oh well, at least I got a fleece jacket thing out of it all.

So let's recap....

PS3 = $599 (PLUS HELLA TAX)
PS3 game = $59 (see above parenthases)
fleece jacket for me = $12 on clearance

Yeah. That's balanced.

I'd better go, I think the aliens are trying to take over again.

Oh yeah, and I went a little link-crazy. Sorry 'bout that.

Negative Nancy

I swear I'll do better. Things have been nuts around here lately. This weekend has been non-existent.

Friday was spent cleaning since my parents were coming up around noon on Saturday.

Saturday, was "parents day" and we went to A Christmas Carol at the Theatre in the Park which was SO EXCELLENT! I highly recommend it. It was hilarious (but that's okay, it was supposed to be). The Director/star of the show (a.k.a. Ebenezer Scrooge), Ira David Wood III and he just totally made the show. He adds in things that have happened in politics or entertainment news or whatever lately and he has you laughing the entire show. I think it was nearly 3 hours, but it didn't even feel like half of that. The crack about Britney Spears and her underwear or lack-there-of still has me crackin' up! Anyway, he's been directing and starring in the show for 32 years and this was his last year, which is terrible. I doubt the show will ever be the same without him. Yes, I totally recommend it.

Let's see. Hmm. Oh, then we went to this Italian restaurant that's right by the theater and were forced to choose between waiting an hour and a half to two hours or all eight of us could sit at the bar. And eat Italian food. Fun. Guess which one we choose? Yeah, we all sat at the bar. And couldn't talk to anyone sitting more than one person away from us. And we had to deal with people coming up and ordering drinks while we were trying to talk. Excuse me much?

Didn't get home until late because well, my Dad's insane. I think he figures that he's been driving for so long that everyone else should just have to get out of his way. Everyone. Including street signs. And medians.

It was a fun drive home.

We also directed him to a house several streets away from us that, no kidding, has every single one of those blow up Christmas things that they make. Also lights EVERYWHERE, a family of caroling snowmen (and women) and another family of penguins. And other assorted doodads. It was entertaining.

Sunday, WE FINALLY GOT OUR CHRISTMAS TREE!!!! Yippee!!! I am a Christmas nut. A "Chestnut" if you will. Although, no roasting on an open fire. Yet, anyways. I don't want to be one of those "have-the-tree-up-before-Thanksgiving" people, but the first week in December would be nice. I, however, live with Negative Nancy. I couldn't think of a better name for him for several months now, but I think I've finally got this one pinned down. He was the one repeating "It's just awful" at the 'enthusiastically lit' yard. He's the one that insists we don't get a tree until two weeks before Christmas. AND that we take it down before the new year (and when I saywe I mean me). Oh, and doesn't help me decorate the tree at all, but that's okay, I kind of prefer to do it myself. That way it's done right. ;) hee hee

We also had the annual TaeKwonDo Christmas banquet thingy today. Wow. That was fun. Lots of people I don't know, getting lots of awards, and lots and lots of me clapping for them or risk looking like a tool. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. We ended up being sat next to some really nice people, so that made it bearable. Also, we found out that "Negative Nancy's" instructor is a year YOUNGER than ME! OMG! We had no idea. We were thinking late twenties, and he was thinking maybe early thirties, but he's 24! Ha! That'll show us.

Now we're home and finished watching Firefly, which is just a great show and they should have never taken it off the air, for no reason! And Battlestar Gallactica just ended (thank God). And the tree is decorated (and soooo purtay). And I guess it's about time to try and go to sleep. And this is just about the worst blog entry I've ever written.

But, tomorrow (I think) I will take pictures of my dog in his Christmas "get up" and post them here. And if y'all are really good, maybe I'll take some pictures of the kitties in their Christmas gear and post them. One has a Santa hat, and the other has light-up reindeer antlers. HA! So cute! They hate me so much. Except the dog. He's kinda dumb. But we love him.

Oh, and Christmas shopping? What Christmas shopping. Christmas is like 2 months away, right? Right? Hmm.....maybe I should get on that then!

oh yeah, I have a blog...

Oops...

I've been off in LaLa Land over the past couple of days....and by "LaLa Land" I mean "sick on the couch" and by "couple of days" I mean "nearly a week". OK. "Enough" with the "parenthases". (P.S. """""") Okay, I'm done. I mean "done". HA!

Nothing much has happened, except that my hubby took the test for his yellow belt (TaeKwonDo) and PASSED!!!! OH YEEEEAAAAH! LOL He was (and should be) very proud....and so was I! I still am! And tonight was the ceremony type dealy where he actually GOT the yellow belt.

I have to say....I am VERY disappointed in the parents and spouses that attend these things. I have never seen a larger crowd of uninterested people IN MY LIFE. We got there on time for the testing on Friday, but apparently people knew to get there earlier than on time, so I got stuck in what I like to call the Peanut Gallery, which is the little room that people who go to watch regular lessons have to sit. During testing and whatnot people are allowed into the main room because there is just no room in the "Peanut Gallery".

Now, as I said, I got stuck in there. The fat lady beside me (I would not normally label someone as "fat", but there's just no other way to describe this woman) took up the seat beside her with what could only be described as an 8 pound bag of M&M's and constantly munched on them between yelling at her kid to sit down (which he did not do) and well....eating more M&M's. The man in front of me, who was about 11 feet tall, with a wing span....I mean ear span of about 3 feet....kept blocking my view and chatting with his "friend". (there I go again with the parenthases) And right after we all stood to say the Pledge of Allegiance, I had already sat down, and he was halfway sitting down (you know the pose....like, sticking your butt out) and he decided that this would be the time to DIG FOR GOLD!!!! Right in my FACE! OH MY GOD!!! EWWWW!!!!! It was all I could do not to bust out laughing. I nearly had to go outside. Anyway, then there were the parents who thought it necessary to bring their young kids that are just too young to sit and be quiet for an hour and a half. And allowing your kid to just scream their heads off when they're not the ones getting attention that they think they deserve is not permitted there, so we had parents going in and out of the rooms constantly. It was all very destracting and I only got 3 decent pictures of the hubby doing his test.

And today....ohhh....don't even get me started today. We got there early so I could get a seat in the "big room" (I feel like the adult that always gets forced to sit at the "kiddy table" at Thanksgiving). I got me a seat in the front row! Yay me! Then, this woman with pigtails down to her KNEES sat next to me. While I thought she was a bit odd, I thought it would be fine. Until I realized that she brought a BOOK TO READ during the CEREMONY!!! WHAT?! Then she said something to one of her 3 kids (one of which I would swear was a girl but was NOT...oops) her breath nearly KNOCKED MY ASS OUT!!! I have never smelled breath THIS BAD. EVER. I thought I was going to vomit. It was horrible. Then there was the kid who wanted to grab my hair sitting behind me and when his mother wouldn't let him, he screamed. In my ear.

I don't have kids. And after this, I really don't want them. Actually, I think the blame lays on the parents on this one. Kids are kids. They scream and talk and can't sit still. These tests and ceremonies are planned a YEAR IN ADVANCE PEOPLE! You can't find a babysitter in a YEAR?! LEAVE the little kids at HOME. PLEASE! For my sanity.

Okay....I'm done. *stepping off soapbox*

blah dee blah blah blah

Ever have one of those weekends that you're really looking forward to, but then Sunday night comes and you realize that you've done pretty much nothing?

We've watched two movies, been to 3 Auto Zones and an Advance Auto Parts, not changed the oil on 2 cars since they didn't have the right oil filter for one (which I've got to go pick up tomorrow from the dealership because our auto parts stores have conspired against me and decided not to carry oil filters for my diesel Jeep. Argh.), baked one sour cream coffee cake (recipe courtesy of Granny), rotated the tires on Chuck (the truck), cleaned approximately 100,000 dishes (guess who did that?), read one Kraft Food something-or-other magazine received about 3 months ago, listened to hubby talk on the phone to his brother and his friend Tater, drove to Honey Baked Ham to order a ham for Thanksgiving just to find out that they're CLOSED ON SUNDAY WHY DID I NOT KNOW THAT?!, bought a paper (for the coupons...what? did you think I actually read the paper? bwa ha ha ha!), drooled through the window of DSW only to be pulled away by hubby kicking and screaming "But! But! I need new shoes!!", and that's pretty much it.

Wow....to look at it, we did a LOT! I thought we just sat around doing nothing. Oh wait....that's what we're doing now.

family cookbook catastrophy!

I. am. such. a. dumbass.

I don't know how I did it, but I ended up deleting about 40 recipes from my computer between the last time I worked on the cookbook and 3 days ago. And for most of that time, my computer was unplugged and sitting in a corner all by itself.

The computer gods are angry with me.

*sniff*

I don't wanna type all the recipes in again.

At first I thought it was only about 20 or so, but then I realized that it was more like 40.

FOURTY!

Fourty long recipes that I had to reword, figure out, format, decifer, blah blah blah....GONE. And the backup? Ohhh don't even ask me about my back up. My dumbass saved the wrong dang thing.

Ugg.

Mmmm....Ugg boots....I'm feeling better already.

I am very happy to have my office back though. After almost 2 months of having it in disarray. The funny thing is (not funny haha) that if this were my husband's office (still haven't come up with a good "blogname" for him yet) his office would have been done in 2 weekends TOPS. OOoooooh....but when there's stuff to do in HERE that I can't do (i.e. electrical stuff...I have too much frizz in my hair to begin with) he's all on the couch going "I'll do it tomorrow". Do you KNOW how many times I had to hear that knowing that there was nothing I could do about it? I just said "just wait until we do your office and you ask me to touch up the walls or something." You can be my behind is going to be on the couch all "Ooooh.....tomorroooooooowwwww".

So my office is put back together (with my lovely shiney new floors) and my cat highjacks my chair! But of course, she looks so darn cute, I just can't bring myself to make her get up. Well....that was 2 days ago. And she's not sitting in it now. I am. hehe...

Let's see...must find more things to do so I can put off re-entering recipes..........

stupid computer...

It's "Pun'kin Carvin' Thursday"!

I just love carving pumpkins. I think that's one of my favorite things about Halloween. I would carve 10 pumpkins if The Husband would let me actually purchase 10 pumpkins! I read in one of those weekly grocery store ad thingys from Harris Teeter that their "Large" pumpkins were on sale for $3.99. Well WooHoo!!! I'm totally there!

Every year, The Husband and I take a little trip (okay, actually, I nearly have to drag him by his hair) out to one of those pumpkin places on the side of the road and get a pumpkin or two (and I always make him get me one of those teeny tiny little baby pumpkins). It's kind of become one of our little traditions. Like picking out a Christmas ornament together every year.

Only problem is, The Husband is one of those "let's put up the Christmas tree two days before Christmas and take it down one day after" kind of guys and I'm all "it's December 1st! Time to go get a tree and leave it up until halfway through January!". He's like that with Halloween stuff too. I was ready to get a pumpkin the first time we drove by one of those pumpkin patches on the side of the road.

So AAANYway....I got me a cute pumpkin at the grocery store and decided that I would carve it today. Ergo, Pun'kin Carvin' Thursday!

The kitties were thoroughly enjoying having the front door open, being able to see out of the glass door. Every once in awhile I would turn around and hold up the half-carved pumpkin and await their approval, which of course I got, by way of blinking sleepy eyes and twitching tails.

The pictures never really come out well when I take them during the day, but since I got my spiffy new digital camera, I'll give it a try later on today and will post a few if they come out good.

So what's everybody being for Halloween???

Okay, yeah...

There was more than just a little change...hehe. I decided to go ahead and switch to the beta version of blogger since it was going to happen eventually anyway, no matter how much I resisted change of any kind.

So I spent last night...ALL of last night...putting everything back where it was supposed to be 'cause let me tell you, switching SUCKS. I am pretty much the most computer illiterate person with a computer you will EVER MEET. It took me nearly a month to figure out how to change/add stuff in the HTML code stuff and then they go and change everything around in the beta version.

Now, I'm luckier than most people. I have the entire computer encyclopedia sitting on the other couch. All I have to do is ask him a question. But I can't. No. I just can't. I can't let him know what a computer idiot I am.

Last night, he looked over and saw the frustrated look on my face, or maybe he just read my mind and saw me throwing the computer out the window, or into the creek (Hi Mom!) and of course, he asks "what's wrong?". 15 times I say "nothing" and go back to trying to figure out just what the hell I'm doing. But then I can't keep it in any longer. I don't even remember what I said. Something about what the hell is a widget and move-y blocks of my stuff and possibly something about sparkly bunnies. What knows. All I know is that there was a lot of whining, and some pulling out of hair, and maybe even a little bit of face smooshing.

He actually explained things nicely and calmly (for once...he normally has patience for everyone BUT me) and I was understanding the words, just not in the order that he was putting them.

Anyway.

So after HOURS of reading all the blogger help stuff and clicking "NO" indignantly when asked if "this information was helpful", I realized that "ohhhhh...I don't have to use the html crap on the new version". I think I still have the hand print on my forehead.

Also, no sleep last night. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. I finally gave up around 5:30. I came downstairs and broke my remote. And my shin. Stupid cabinet door. I am not meant to be awake at 5:30 in the morning! I didn't even know my clock HAD a 5:30 AM. Did you know that there is NOTHING on tv at 5:30 in the morning? I do now. If I have to watch one more infomercial on that weird little teeth brightening light thingy, I'm gonna scream. Then I'm going to throw my computer into the tv. Two birds with one stone and all that.

August 19th, 2006

Today, is our 6th wedding anniversary!

I can't believe it's been 6 years. It certainly doesn't seem like that long!

If my hubby read my blog, I'd wish him a Happy Anniversary, but alas, he thinks blogs are dumb :-P Oh well, I think lots of stuff he does it dumb to. HA HA!

We've done pretty much nothing today really.

Last night, my dumb little Mr Kitty decided to rip up my BRAND NEW FLIP FLOPS!!!! AARRRGGGGHHHH!!!! I had had them less than a week and had just broken them in. My previous flip flops (about 5 years old) had started to get a big crack in the plastic that goes between my toes and had started pinching me, so I couldn't wear them anymore. I drug hubby to Target and looked for maybe 10 minutes at flip flops. See...I'm not a "fancy flip flop" kinda person. I like the simple, plain, everyday kind of flip flops. I finally found some in my size and WooHoo, they were on sale!

This was a week ago today. I was devestated last night due to the senseless murder of my precious new flip flops! I really didn't think Computer Guy noticed. We were watching a movie when it happened. Totally ruined the movie for me!

Anyway, this morning, he has to go get a part at the auto store and he's gone for 2 hours! I was not happy. Then he got home. He told me to close my eyes and hold out my hands. I'm terrible at that!! I always want to peak. He puts a plastic bag in my hand and says that I can look now.

He took that long to get home because he was at Target buying me a new pair of flip flops! HOW SWEET!!! He even got the ones with pink and black straps like I had wanted, but they didn't have any in my size last week! Made me feel terrible about being mad at him because he was so late!

We got back from dinner (at Red Lobster, no, not our usual anniversary dinner place, but we're broke this year) about an hour ago. We went out with an old friend of CG's and his wife. We used to hang out with T when we first got together when we still lived in NB, but we never really see him anymore since we've moved up here. He got married a few years ago and she was taking some kind of one-day class up here. Good thing! We got to go out with them for dinner and had a really good time!

Now we're both on our computers typing away and sometime tonight we're going to watch a movie. I guess we'd better get on that!

CG's working on his truck "Blueberry" (guess what color it is) tomorrow, and he's still got to go to Auto Zone since he didn't actually go today (spent too much time looking for my flip flops!!! Awww!!!

At least I got him a card and some Reese's Cups!!!

Love you, Honey!!! :)