In which I *do* go on about my cute BF.
Yesterday my dorky boyfriend informed me that it was our “two-month anniversary.” (Two months. SIXTY ONE DAYS. Who counts shit like that? Six months, maybe, or a year, but two months?!)
We almost went out to dinner after work, but I was unbathed and wearing less-than-perfectly-clean clothes, and it was hot, and we still hadn’t met Becca’s new boyfriend, and we wanted drinks, so we went straight to the P&E to meet Becca and her Boy. (We liked him; he was personable and made direct eye contact and appeared to get our jokes.) (We don’t know if we totally approve, of course, because she used to be our girl, but he seemed nice enough and she looked happy.) (The heartbreaking slut! She used to be our girl! We used to take her out!)
We left after two rounds of drinks and went through the Taco Bell drive-thru, because apparently I AM A BLOATED RETARD WHO LOVES SODIUM MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE EXTANT UNIVERSE AND WON’T STOP EATING IT AND I’LL ALWAYS HAVE CANKLES AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?
*Ahem.*
Meanwhile-back-at-the-ranch, we sat on K’s bitchin’ 50’s couch in our underwear and ate our delicious salty quasi-foodz and yelled gleefully at each other in the way that we do, and then we went outside and hollered more in the shed, and then we went inside and wrecked the bed. We’re so in love it’s just stupid.
Oh: and if you drove by and happened to see some nekkid people smoking on the driveway porch? That totally wasn’t us. Srsly.
In other news, I’m playing the Ritzville Blues Festival with the Coyote Kings next weekend. TWICE! Come see me!
In other other news, happy 4th. Go blow something up!
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You so got billing! But I’m thinking a new stage name is in order to go with your new fat ankles and BF. Nes Pas? (sic)
We so did! They already call me “Mush” on stage so I think that’s adequate, fat ankles and all. (It’s spelled n’est-ce pas). -m
Man. All day I’ve been thinking about blowing Crab up. To smithereens. Thanks for the go-ahead.
Oh — your idyllic sweet love sick life?? NOT NORMAL!!!
(So. Jealous.)
Gotta go find the best materials to finish Crab off…
Nothing worse than a hubby at home all day! Poor Crab, didja explode him? *lol* -m
…we blew some shit up here in Ocean Beach.
Those pics are amazing. -m
awwwwwwww….dealing with a drunk 16 year old nephew here instead of watching fireworks…talk about dorks!!
LOL! Throw him in the tub with a towel. Sixteen-year-olds have bulletproof livers; he’ll be fine. -m
you and k = TOTAL AWESOMENESS!
You’re telling me! He’s the bomb. -m
Ritzville is a little far for us to manage as a day trip. Any gigs coming up in, say, Royal City or George? I can sometimes twist Bucko’s arm to go that far.
We’re doing the Rainier Blues, Jazz, Wine & Brews fest in Mineral in September. (The full gig list is here.) It’d be so neato if you showed up in meatspace! -m