Thursday, May 04, 2006

X can cook.

Which I'd been warned about.


But damn. That was a really good dinner. And a lot of laughing. And a lot of time spent swinging in the back yard. And today, my hands are covered in calluses.

And I am really frassin' tired. I think a night off is in order. (yawns) Good thing our executive Vice President gave the company Starbarf's gift cards as a reward for our 1st quarter earnings.

snxkxnsskkssksnssssss....

3 comments:

Melinite said...

I wish I was tired from hanging out. I'm tired because when I got home from rehearsal and tried to go to bed, the damn dog whined until Adam came home at midnight. Sometimes, between the two of them, I think I'm never going to get enough sleep ever again.

But then Adam makes me coffee in the morning and fools me into liking him again. He's sneaky.

P said...

Your body is indeed superior to mine. Yours is a temple of wholesomeness and calm, while mine is a hotbed of Captain Morgan's and frass.

This is probably why I have a stiff neck all the time, and you seemingly float in a mystic and ethereal haze.

(I think that the calluses are from trying to heave my bulk up on the skinnier rope swing. Fzzzzst! Annnnd Callus.) Wait a sec, didn't you have the tiniest splinter that you were frassin' about? Harrumph to your invulnerability.


Beznj: Bee's Ninja?

P said...

And wine.
And rum.
And Coffee.
And Bailey's knock off.
And sweeties. (Chocolate's)

And gramma on the swing was almost as funny as X trying to stand on swing.

sgispik: Siggy Spike