Well, in that case, I guess I'll do my best to come up with something cheery.... hmmm. Cheery..... Not there yet....... Hmmmm.
Ok, not cheery. How about just not ass-y and bitter. I can probably do that, right?
Let's see. Once upon a time, there was a girl named Liz. Liz is doing 18 million loads of laundry in order to pack the three outfits that fit her into a suitcase to fly to Wisconsin tomorrow morning. The end!
And here's some photos of the DELECTABLE birthday dinner my Bubba made for me:
Black bean burgers with avocado, tomato, and lettuce and corn on the cob.
The first half of the sandwich disappeared quite quickly, so it didn't get to be in the photo.
Happy birthday cake. All chocolate-y and whatnot. Isn't he good at decorating?
He won blue ribbons in 4H for it while growing up - like a good little farm boy.
That's about all I can manage.
And now on to a crabby rant: Don't you just want to run away sometimes? I mean just leave everything and start over? I want to pick up and move to France and have this baby in their deliciously cheap socialistic medical system and raise a little French baby. Sometimes I think I was meant to be a nun in a cloister - but then I think my penance is being with people because man, people suck a lot of the time. And when is Seattle going to get the memo that it is freaking SPRING already for the love of all that is holy. AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! THE HORMONES!!! I AM GOING TO DIE!!!!
I would also like to warn you that I have invited Bubba to guest post tomorrow (and really, as much as he'd like this weekend) while I'm away. So get ready for his side of the story...