But first, art!
|The play that I missed *sobs*
Here's Diane's son, doing his song and dance thingy. GAH HE LOOKS LIKE A GROWN UP! :) He's a sweet kid, and graduates in a couple of days. *sobs* We're SO OLDDDDDDDDD. :D :)
I should've known it was gonna be interesting, when I walked into our designated meeting spot, a local BP, in the middle of about 20 of Hell's Angels, and I, an assfull of water. GREAAAAAAAT. She finally got there, and I wouldn't be able to make it back to her house to save my life.
HEY THANKS, WO-MAN!
So...got the futon together, albeit missing several nuts (heh); and I'm now the queen of putting those suckas together. Plus, since she and her hubby tried to PAY ME OFF WITH A GIFT CERTIFICATE (ahahaha :P), I've decided to make him play "Relax", "Boys and Girls" and "Shout" whenever he's on the air. So Diane wants me to give him a shout out, which I shall do:
Say hello to my leetle friend, "Hurricane Shane" on the X, if you're in town.
I've already warned them that he'll probably get some psychotic phone calls. But no, he's not a hurricane and his name ain't Shane.
YO. IT'S THE LEAST YOU GUYS CAN DO!! ;-)
And she totally had to humiliate me by introducing me as "the girl who used to date Tony C." Not *much* better than "the girl who used to be engaged to Kevin _." Is this what my life is reduced to?! The men who I've dated/been engaged to/married? *sticks fork in own eyeball*
However, it was fun hanging out with her today, and by the end of the day, I had a killer headache (which she helped with, thank GOD). Back in the 'burbs, I was kinna homesick for my house =/ I miss it. Yeah okay, so that's that. Got to meet her whole family, who all seem really great :-D And we all know how much I hold most people in contempt. So this is a good thing. Who says you can't make good friends from the internet? :P
I won't be able to use my thumb and first two digits for another week, due to our forcing nuts onto screws that were ALL SPRAY-PAINTED BLACK. Gah. I realize that idiots who can't get published are the ones who write those "directions/instructions" out; but when I pulled the futon "how to" out, the design was so faint, you couldn't SEE it. So I grabbed a pen, redrew it and worked from there. I'm sure she and I both will have sore hands and arms tomorrow. Geeeez. During the last phase, however, we had to elicit the help from her hubby. There is NO WAY we could've gotten the final ones secured. I dunno what genius decided "HEY!THIS IS A GREAT FUTON DESIGN!" but if I ever meet 'em, I'm afraid I'll have to stab them in the face with a fork.
Of course it got me out of this house. And that's always a good thing. By the time we were through, I think I almost broke out into a sweat. Got kinda comfy on the futon (feeling all proud, like I owned it or something), watching a Steven King movie. Zzzzzzzzz. We went and hung out on the deck for awhile, and finally she had to break up that lil party by going to the store. I played "dodge der polizei" as they seemed to be on every block, posted on every mile marker and at every store I passed, just looking for someone to come speeding through their territory. Slamming on the brakes was the loverly fun I had on the way home. Well that, and my ass being full of water, thanks to that lil hole in my convertible top. Gotta get that fixed. Gotta do a lot of things I can't right now =/ Gotta stop worrying.
Yeah. Those things.
So...I actually LEFT my hamster bubble of safety and had fun whilst doing it. Noessssss!!!!!! I tried to get Kelsey to come help, but OH NO, SHE WANTED TO GO SWIMMING.
Who in their right mind would choose swimming over putting a futon together? Geez, what's she thinking?
Alright. Head hurts BAD, and I think a snack and bed are in order.
P.S.S.S. Hey, brim; they have one of *those* ice cream scoops too! Haaaaaaa! Take that. ;p
Stick a fork in me...I'm done.