First of all, I need to begin this post with an announcement, one that I’ve been dreading to make. All of you ladies may want to sit down.
(and please, try to remain calm and resist the urge to riot).
But Fifty wasn’t there, he wasn’t invited. And I guess he wasn’t happy about this because he jumped out of the window and hung out on the ledge of our roof for a bit until The Husband climbed up and got him off. Sorry I don’t have any photos, but you know, I was busy trying to distract my dog from committing harikari.
And let’s see, what else… oh… I got another mosquito bite on my face. So now I have a matching pair. It is a known fact that if there is a mosquito within a five mile radius of me, it will hunt me down and bite me. Mosquito bites are always my summer accessory. It’s like “hey guys, does this top match my bites?“
So yeah, that was Saturday. To sum up; Honey Jr has a girlfriend, Fifty jumped out the window (and may have been tring to commit harikari due to either 1) his lack of BBQ invite or 2) his jealousy of a certain girlfriend), and I now have two mosquito bites on my face instead of one.
Not very exciting, is it? But what is exciting is that I’m currently at French Mommy’s for the weekend, stuffed full of Auvergne cheese and totally spoiled.