Tales of Wit and Charm…

Maddie and I welcomed 2008 by kissing our shared date. He’s a very lucky lad even if he does need to be constantly reminded of this. He’s laughing because I licked him. As far as personal space violations go I think he had it easy. I’m the one who was sniffed earlier in the evening.

Yes, sniffed.

Drunk people tend to overlook personal space rules, which is normally fine but when my ponytail is picked up and sniffed I tend to get a little creeped out. However, I coped with a bottle of wine and felt much better.

I hope everyone had a great night!

I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Halloween, even though I’m not a fan of the holiday.

Halloween week freaks me out… I hate seeing people dressed weird and wondering if it’s their normal attire or a costume. Case in point, last week I saw a couple sporting Spock ears while downtown for the Sarah Vowell reading. Costume or just freaks?

I’ll be celebrating the holiday the best way I know how: drunk in Maddie’s basement watching bad vampire flicks.

And here’s to hoping her fat cat left me some candy!

Walking to the pub last night for Family Home Evening I saw this painted on the sidewalk: I love watching for sidewalk art so it was a good find, but the best part was when I noticed the drug free sign on the school three feet away! The laughter kept Maddie and I warm the remainder of the way. Which was good since I forgot proper winter attire.

Girl’s Night Out last night led us to Red Rock for burgers and beer and then to Spoon Me for frozen yogurt. I’m usually anti anything that could be a venue for Mormon dating, but with the promise of a healthy ice cream alternative my ass and I were game.

Maddie was feeling bitter about eating cold food in the cold, but settled down once Hannah spooned her in the bathroom.

As for me? I got my spooning later on in the evening. And it was good.

No, not that pill.

I wish my life were a romantic comedy. Not for the romance, and certainly not for the comedy, but for the convenience.

Have you seen “Good Luck Chuck?” Don’t. The only redeeming quality is a visual of the well pantied Jessica Alba. Damn she’s hot–total girl crush here. In the movie she breaks her tooth and just her luck Dane Cook, her love interest, is a dentist.

I need this! I broke my tooth over the weekend and can’t get into a dentist until tomorrow morning. Why are there no sexy dentists lining up at my door? Where’s Dane Cook and his bad acne scars when you need him?

I have every single kind of engineer you could need in my family, but not one one damn dentist. Worthless. Luckily I do have a friend with chronic back pain and a never ending supply of painkillers. Dear friend, thank you for saving me from a very painful existence.