On Friday night I took a coworker out to celebrate her 30th birthday. It was all pretty uneventful... until a man dancing at the bar we were in had a heart attack. It took the paramedics five minutes to get there and four to revive him. Nine minutes... I can only hope he made it OK.
On Saturday I was
Tink: Mom, there's a mentally disabled guy following me around Walmart.
Mom: Well zig zag or something and try to lose him.
Tink: He's not an Alligator!
I'll be damned if that didn't work though.
See what happens when Hoop's gone?! Wait... Strange things happen when he's NOT gone too.
Contest courtesy of Odd Mix:
I had a (paranoia induced) fantasy that this was a snake coiled in my bug zapper.
In reality, it was a tiny lizard with a big attitude.
My white birthmark
In my fantasy world it looks like an elf. He's usually holding a heart-shaped balloon in his right hand (your left). But seeing as I'm barely tan enough for him to show, the balloon has been rendered nonexistent by my day glow.
(Some Random Weekend Pictures)
Sweet Dreams: Last night I had a dream that Hoop's Mother invaded our house will twelve orphans, who acted more like feral cats. When Hoop came home we ran around looking for a quiet room to have an overdo rendezvous in. When we finally found a room where children weren't hanging off the fan or tearing at the wall like wild animals, we fell on each other in relief. The sex was amazing... up until the point where Hoop came creamed corn. I stared for a minute before telling him he should get "that" looked at. To which he calmly replied, "Just hand me a towel."
Remind me never to go to bed hungry again.
Daily Hoop Conversation:
(During a phone call)
Tink: What are you doing now?
Hoop: Well, Nash and I just finished having a few boats on the beer.
Tink: Boats on the beer huh?
Hoop: I mean-
Tink: -And how many boats have you had dear?
Hoop: Enough not to want to get back on the beer again.
Days Til Hoop's Back: 3