Here is what I had for lunch
Looks yummy, doesn't it?
And oh, it was.
I am headed to Homer to celebrate my father's 60th birthday. He is officially Ancient Years old and we are gathering the entire family together for pointing, laughing, and heckling.
A good time should be had by all.
And then? After the heckling? Snakes. On A Plane. And possibly in my pants. Taking bets as to how long it takes to get arrested.
I am more excited about seeing this movie than any human possibly should be, and yet probably not as excited as a good chunk of the internet.
But they are the scary chunk of the internet, the chunk that has never touched a real live boobie attached to a breathing human woman.
Which makes me feel better about myself, because I get to grope breasts every second of every day.
But the whole point to this (point?) (YES there is a point, a point I am about to reveal posthaste) is: who knows if/when I will get a chance to update this here blog thingymabobber (so, uh, what's new, Valette?).
Right. But I love all y'all anyway.