Ignorant bliss

I enjoy the time spent with my mother, and my mother alone (when she hasn't spun into her unpredictable, and highly annoying mood spins that just make you want to spork her to death). Moving on. John, my oh-so-loveable, step dad, and I say that in the highest sarcastic way, went away for the whole weekend to the Poconos. Bliss, I say.

My days were spent roasting my balls off. Saturday and Sunday, I shed a combined 20lbs in nature's all-natural sauna - aka Kennywood on a 90 degree day and an outdoor-event bridal shower on a 92 degree day. Not really, but I wish, then I really wouldn't have mind spending such days in the blazing heat. Though this conversation knocked my socks off.

Me: "It's so friggin' hot, I'm sweating my balls off!"
Him: "You don't have any balls."
Me: "Well duh! That's because I sweateded them off!"
Him: *silence*

And...
My nights were a fun-filled sleep over in my mother's room that ended in falling asleep to Sex and the City. Oh, Monday came way to fast and reality decided to bitch slap me when I came home from work today and saw the dreaded luggage sitting on the living room floor. It was home! *Cue in scary, twilight music*

Posted on June 9, 2008 4:37 PM | Permalink
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