Friday night I had a WONDERFUL time at my dear friend Randy's surprise Birthday bash, complete with pinata and anouncement that the baby on the way is a GIRL!! I hope she likes skulls because I have a GREAT idea for a little decorated onesie.
saturday I went to the storage unit with my seester. we learned that we are "way cuter than our dad" and that we are now the proud owners of half a gorilla suite complete with coconut bra and grass skirt. We threw out the porn collection. we learned that Daddy is really organized... in his tackle box. we changed the lock and set in motion getting him off the account. Did I mention the leather chaps? size XXXL. we've only just begun.
A side story that I forgot to mention from last week. Bearing in mind that the man in question is an idiot, we have a regular customer at Harbucks that stands around and talks to us when we would rather be closing up shop and going home. He has told me twice how he once blew someone's brains out, loudly, which, I could tell, made the other customers uncomfortable. Personally? I think killing someone, even in self defense changes your soul a bit and you never really recover. I think that there is something wrong with you if you are proud.
He told one of our supervisors that one of my coworkers is "really pretty. I mean she should be a model....or a hooker" nice.
So this guy happens to see my tattoo and asks if I am a witch to which (heh) I reply, "yes" as I do not hide it, I just don't advertise. My tattoo had come uncovered while I was working on the floor. later, he asked the model/hooker if she wasn't afraid a house might fall on her.
I like to think that I have a very good sense of humor about the way those of my faith are portrayed in society. I embrace it because I think it is funny. But I can't help but think that was a bit insensitive. Like when those kids asked me if they could burn me at the stake. ignorance.
Sunday I got started on my office. Organizing it, that is. I will post pictures of my progress when I am done, but I have to say, although I cannot currently get to my computer, I CAN see my floor for the first time since I moved in. Now if I could just get myself to clean my bedroom, maybe I could use the ironing board without having to transfer the clothes on it from the board to my bed and back again at bedtime.