So It Begins

You guys. YOU GUYS.

Big Funny Kid, FG, Prom Date, AND New One are all coming over.

Tonight.

I haven't seen BFK in nearly a month.

I AM SO EXCITED RIGHT NOW.

That is all.

Thank You For Being A Friend

It's been two days and I now consider myself fully recovered from a splendid weekend. It really was wonderful. Most of Saturday night was spent kicking Rock Band's butt with Prom Date, FG, and BFK. Prom Date and I play a mean Yoshimi. And I attempted to teach FG the Bad Romance choreography- she decided she'd rather sing, but BFK joined me. He was surprisingly good. There was a lot of tacos and Quelf and staying up until the wee hours of the morning. I also got some quality BFK time while watching Saturday Night Live. That doesn't happen nearly enough- I miss him already. He is kinda my favorite person ever. But I'm pretty sure I've already blogged about that enough times. Oh well.

I think I took about three naps on Sunday. Most of them happened when I was trying to clean the babies' room. Mister Man's bed is too comfortable for words. All those naps aside, I felt positively dead today. Sure, maybe I should have gotten more sleep this weekend, but it was totally worth it. It's not often that I get to see Prom Date or BFK.

Here's to best friends, and the crazy, red-haired, fez-wearing woman who decided to keep me for the evening. I love you all.

RAWKed It

Quite a bit of stuff was rocked this weekend.

Ollie Webb public performance-rocked.

Evening with Prom Date, New One, FG, Accents-R-Us, and BFK-rocked.

Super awesome film-rocked.

Rock Band-RAWKed by none other than FG. Side note: Prom Date and I actually happen to do a pretty splendiferous cover of "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots."

Waffles and wonderful facon/goat cheese omelet-rocked. (Thanks, FG. Thar was tasty.)

Birthday party for Skinny Me-rocked. More breakfast food brought to you by The Management.

Mass gathering of family for great grandma's birthday-okay, maybe not as rocked as it should have been. But close enough.

I am now about to rock out to some sort of classical music as I prepare for an in-class essay over "The Iliad," the book which I find positively abhorrent.

Wish me luck, y'all.