Killing me softly

with booze.

Friday: Ellen had an emergency 'meeting' to counsel one of her old work friends about marital shit. I drank scotch, smoked cigars with the dog (he was just keeping me company, not smoking), and played xbox until 1a. Awesome time. The night started with take-out from Los Caporale's, the home of the best awesome authentic kickass burritos ever made. So stuffed. So good. So fuggin good.

Saturday: Had the intentions of ripping up the back yard and putting in bushes and shrubs and shit, and getting teh dog groomed. Wound up sitting at the muffler shop until noon (was supposed to be done at like 11:45). We were starving, so we went to Eville for the BW3 action. Headed to Home Depot, and decided that we don't know jack shit about bushes, and didn't buy anything. Came home, putzed around the house for a bit until about 330, when Ellen realized she was supposed to make brownies for the BBQ at Helen's. She cooked, I went to HD again to get lumber for Sunday's flowerbed project. Apparent you can fit 8' landscaping timbers in a Jetta with the seat down. Good to know.

Unloaded wood, cleaned up, and headed over to Helens to hang out with the Lammles and Helen's friend Lisa, and her boyfriend. Watched people throw things at stuff, drank beer, enjoyed the most awesome weather ever, and just hung out. Had sweet-sweet burgers and brats and etc. Lisa & Lance left kinda early, Lammles left at like...11? I dunno. We followed shortly after since Helen was near asleep. Wound up at LJ Ducks becuase we're alkies like that. Place was dead due to Karaokee. Ellen forced me to sing. It was a trainwreck. Horrible KJ. Imadork. Left, and wound up back at Friday's South where DJ Slur was spinning some awesome shit. Hung out, chatted up the locals, and bailed around 2:30. Came home, jacuzzi'd for a bit, went to bed around 4:30.

Sunday: Woke up at like...10? Ellen went and got Sonic for breakfast. Super Sonic Burrito all up in this mug. Dragged her outside and cleaned up the side of the garage that had been collecting sticks for the past two years, and put in a flower bed, sans flowers for now. Ate Long John Silvers, which was fucking incredible for some reason. Watched the Good Shephard, which was way too long, but not a horrible movie.

fin.

Gotta say it was a good day

Bad news: I accidentally typed in 42 instead of 32 on the snack machine, netting me White Cheddar Cheez-Its instead of a Snickers Crunch.

Good news: White Cheddar Cheez-Its kinda kick all sorts of ass. Wasn't a big fan of regular Cheez-Its, so I was hesitant. But lo and behold, kinda kick ass.

Note to self:

Dear Self,

You don't know a goddamn thing about how to properly maintain a lawn. Hire someone to do it next year after you get things a little less trailer-trashy in the back.

Signed,
Yo Self.

Awesome is...

Getting your emissions test notice on Monday, when you have plans to remove your catalytic converters that Sunday. Mufflers getting welded in Saturday (since the shop won't touch a car w/ no cats on it).

Um, w00t for killing the environment at the cost of vehicle performance (Sorry Liz).

I drink too much.

In our efforts to make more local friends, I've found myself closing down various bars in Collinsville more often than a 28-year-old person should. It's only bad when the bar closest to your house closes at 3, and doesn't strictly adhere to that deadline.

Friday, spent time at Friday's South chatting up the staff, made our way to Duck's for random encounters out the izzass. Saturday, went back to Duck's late, ran into dudes from Friday night, chatted until close again. Putting forth the effort: priceless. Or something. We definitely slept until noon on Sunday though. It was fab.

What I learned the day before tax deadline, by JK

Despite what the nice people at TaxAct software may have you think by including a bunch of questions about electronic debit, the State of Missouri doesn't do it through software, so you still have to pay your taxes manually. Whoops. Luckily, I had the mind to double-check this shit before the deadline (today). On the downside, I'm now one of those retards who, for one reason or another finishes their taxes at the last possible second.

Pugsly

I know I've told some of you people about my aunt's pug, and how it was all fat and shit.... I never really could convey this effectively, so while I was at Grandma's this weekend, I snapped a pic of the pic of the dog.


Like any good person on the interweb, I have the before/after shot as well.




Yah. Fatass pug.