Friday Night Recap

The weekend arriveth! Halleluiah! This must be a reward for going to church on Sunday, and not at all a result of the passage of the man-made phenomenon called time. Whatevz...dawg.

A few notes:

1. When you're married, you do exciting things like shop for a china cabinet on Friday nights because it would totally be no fun to go to bars and meet cool people and sing along to 80s songs that you like a lot, but kind of don't know the words to. And you go to the unfinished furniture store, and you get foot-stompy like a six-year-old because, really, if they want you to pay as much for it as real painted-already furniture...shouldn't they paint it for you? Especially if they've seen your painting skills which resemble Peter Pan painting with his toes.
2. Also you burn two whole pans of home fries in the oven, and your husband points out that dinner was good, but maybe next time you could try not setting it on fire.
3. Mango has been the Shrieking Anus of the evening and has NOT STOPPED MEOWING since we came home. Apparently food and endless love aren't enough to satisfy him. Bitch wants diamonds.
   
4. Speaking of the Shrieking Anus, turn on Fox and watch "Don't Forget The Lyrics" if you hate your eardrums and want to watch a tone-deaf white chick publicly proclaim that she never wants a date again. Lifelong sworn celibacy is the only thing you could possibly win from participating in this show.
   
5. Lawyer Boy and I shared a lovely bottle of Cab Sauv tonight, which explains numbers 1-4.

Adios, amigos. Happy weekend!

Grace, stop drinking.