No Wonder I’m Tired

Friday night when I got home, my new phone had already arrived!! I have to say, T-Mobile has their shit together. Excellent customer service and fast shipping. They rock my mobile world. Hopefully the skin I made for my phone will be here soon. That would be great. And my phone! It rocks three kinds of sideways. I lurve it. I will show you pictures when?its skin arrives. That way you can see it in all its glory.

Saturday I woke up rather violently at ass crack thirty when my dad called to tell me that it had snowed and we needed to get out in it with the Boy before it all melted. B found it quite hilarious that when my phone rings that early in the morning I will actually levitate out of the bed.

Saturday afternoon involved a pizza party for a certain little boy who is turning 8 this Thursday. He won’t be at home the weekend after his birthday, so?we?had his birthday party this past Saturday.?The first?thing he asked when he knew it had snowed was, “Are the roads safe for driving?” The snow was great and all, but only so long as it didn’t interfere with his party.

A?Boy’s got to have?his priorities, you know.

I’m glad to report that the snow did not interfere with his birthday party and there was pizza making and eating for 8 boys and girls. Oh, and some cake, too. They had a blast.

The party was a huge success. The best part? Um, all of it.

Saturday night we went out to dinner with B’s brother’s family at Shogun (Japanese steakhouse)?and I obsessed about the rubber drunken?chicken pirate and his bottle of rum.

Why was it on that chef’s cart? What was the purpose? He didn’t use it in his cooking “act.” Is it a good luck charm? Why is the chicken a pirate? Where can I get one? On second review of the chicken pirate, that might not be so much a bottle of rum as maybe a spy glass. But whatever. He’s a pirate. You know he’s been drinking.

Sunday there was much cleaning, because, you know, cleanliness is close to godliness. And, well, we’re all a bunch of god-wannabees. And then there was a spin-in over at Jessi’s. (Except, whenever I was talking to B about it, I kept calling it a spin-out.) I didn’t take a single picture (Jessi remembered to take pictures. Go look at hers.)?until I got home.?When I went to get Jezebel out of the car, the lighting was perfect so I took some shots of what I had spun.

Hmmmm… Apparently I am not a?clean god. Ignore the dust on my wheel, please.

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