Internet, there are no feet today. I mean, I have feet and they're fine, but there's no picture. I don't feel like it. I promise this will change if I ever get internet back at my house. And if that doesn't happen by the time the snow flies, please come visit me in prison because there will have been a homo-cide via shovel at my house.
(That was funny. Like seriously funny. HOMO-cide. Get it? Gay Boyfriend? Hit upside the head with a shovel? Please tell me you get this pun. I am rarely very punny.)
I have no plans for the long weekend. I called Cowgirl last night and said, "I want to get in some trouble." And she said, "Call Tom." So I called Tom and said, "I want to get in some trouble this weekend." And he said, "What kind of trouble?" And I said, "Well, you know me. The kind of trouble where I do something NOT in my house. Like leave the premises for a few hours or something." And well. He was completely unhelpful. So I called Cowgirl back and said, "Tom told me he was a retired troublemaker. Thanks for nothing." And she said, "Fine. I'll drum something up." So, I'm waiting. For my trouble.
It better be fun.
Or I'm going to prison for nothing.=