Bad bad blogger, yes. I know. The spammer of 37 cialis comments this morning has motivated me to revisit my web abode.
So Shawn & I had a rockin' party on Sat., celebrating his resolve in overhauling his job situation and the partial completion of a two-year project involving the downstairs bathroom, and us, of course! Meatsgiving was full of meat and jello shots and a full-on basement dance party. And no cops were called, excitingly enough! Thank you to our understanding and/or passive-aggressive neighbors.
I love (and I know I'm not alone) the Green Grog. So yummy.
Vegged out yesterday (finally!) and watched two sorta depressing but intriguing movies, from the Croupier director, I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, and from the Strangers With Candy writer, Employee of the Month. I say, rent 'Croupier' if you have not done so.
Now the air is finally in the 50s and perhaps the tide has turned, and I will be able to stop being a recluse.
Happy 10 years, Kundera!
'The dying process begins the minute we are born, but it accelerates during dinner parties.'--Carol Matthau
Posted by zippy at March 21, 2005 9:23 AM