Alright, so maybe my buttons are a leetle more push-able this week. I have NO idea why, though. Seriously. I am going to stop being so intense..ready...now.

Okay, but, all the Miley Cyrus mumbo jumbo provoked another question:

Would you let your teen daughter wear thong underwear?

I would. Who the hell cares? It hides panty lines. Most guys I've talked to say NO WAY JOSE. My theory is that men dont understand. Granted, I'm not talking super lacey frederick's here... but still.

Also, regardless as to the sexuality of the Miley thing, I dont think it's a good photo. Girlfriend needs a cheeseburger and a tan. Just sayin. She's 15. People make mistakes at 15. I think it's crap that her parents are saying they werent there for the shoot when footage shows them there. But, I also think it's crap that the picture (before cropping) has her in jeans and shoes holding a blanket. They kinda cropped it to make her look naked. That's crap. I think the pic of she and her daddy is WAY weirder than the blanket/goth looking one.

Oh..and as for Disney: check out this tmz article: http://www.tmz.com/2008/04/30/disneys-dirty-little-victorias-secret/ Lord. I hope my work server doesnt think I'm into kids by reading that story.

Eh, if Vanessa Hudgeons (sp) can recover from the underwear candid photo, I think Miley will be just fine. I bet Vanity Fair wont ask to take her photo again...haha...

Oh, so you wanted to make me mad...

Things that irk me to NO END:

1. When someone assumes/infers/makes a comment about me being high maintenance or prissy. I will readily admit that I CAN be those things. I'm WAY more high maintenance in terms of non-physical things...and I'll admit that, too. I suppose we all create our own definition of "high maintenance" and I dont feel like showering and makeup is really that significant. Whatever.

2. When someone assumes something about me or puts words in my mouth. There is NO quicker way to set me off. I'm a career communicator so I give a lot of weight to what I'm communicating-verbally and non-verbally.

3. When someone is condescending or patronizing. I am the QUEEN of doing this in arguments.. I know that. But, maybe that's b/c it drives me so insane. I leave the realm of 'healthy discussion' and enter 'go eff yourself' when someone does this.. haha..

4. When I'm dealing with someone who assumes there is only one way to do things. I try to value what others bring to the table...their strengths. Just b/c two people head into a situation in two different ways doesnt make one way wrong.

I need to go to the gym more.

You know what else irks me? My trip to the MAC counter yesterday:
Me: "I need a lipglass..with color.."
Her: "Okay, here are some new ones with glitter!"
Me: "Um.. alright. But I dont really need glitter.."
Her: "Just try it....Oh that looks so good!!"
Me: "I look like little miss makeup."
Her: "Okay, here's a sheer gloss."
Me: "I need color."
Her: "Okay, this one has glitter and color."

Really? REALLY?

First and foremost... on my vaca in Belize, I borrowed a headscarf from a girl we traveled with b/c my hair wouldnt stay outta my face. That said, I cant find any cute ones for Costa. I'm looking for cute headscarves but more wanting headbands. I've looked at Accessory City and they're all the uncomfy/cheap kind with hearts and butterflies. I dont mind patterns, but uh... no hearts. I'd really like some fun patterns but also some basic, thin black and brown ones....

Did you see the Hills? I think I'm going to become a reality tv star if I could afford that house. And...why are they being mean to Audrina? Kinda crappy if you ask me.

Do you watch Gossip Girl? What do you think the big secret is??? What did Serena do? Intrigued.

Something funny I only realized yesterday... In high school, something I totally remember that I liked a lot was writing the speech/helping run my friend Shawna's campaign. I dont even remember what she was running for, but I remember wearing a blue dress with flowers when I gave the speech (*cringe*) (I have a strange memory for clothes..it extends to dates, events, etc...) Anyway...then in college.. I ran for Vice President-Public Relations (and got it) of Panhel. So, I guess it's not a total shocker that I'm sitting at my current job and liking it, huh? Woulda never made the connection if I hadnt thought about it... weird.

That's all from me for now. Lates.

Prom-revisited. :)

Friday night, Brett and I (see photo) chaperoned our old high school's prom! The theme: A Night in Hollywood. The location: Mayo Hotel downtown. For those of you who didnt know, my high school was (1) public and (2) not exactly a place for preps if you get the drift....

Notable things from prom:

1. the large amount of dresses I'd NEVER let my daughter walk out of the house in...

2. the VERY out-of-the-closet-slightly-gangster-lesbian-couple. I wasn't shocked b/c they were lesbians...but b/c it was so accepted... That's awesome if you ask me...and shocked me b/c it goes to show how much stuff has changed since I went to prom almost 10 years ago (Lord, I'm old).

3. I had someone come up to "Coach" (my date, Brett...so weird to hear them call him "Coach") Anyway...she looked at me and said "I think I know you....you lifeguarded where I used to swim as a kid." I reiterate. I'm old.

4. When I went to the bathroom, two girls were in there. One saw me, the other didnt. The one who hadnt seen me said "Can you see through this... I think my nipples are showing.." Then the other quickly goes "SHHHHHH!! The chaperone is in here..." LOL!!!!!!!! Intimidating. I like it.

5. Two girls came in holding coffee cups with lids. They continued to share their "coffee" with guys. I told Brett, "they're SO not drinking coffee..." He said "Where would they get coffee?" I said "No... it's alcohol..." He said "oooooOOOhhhh..." LOL!

6. The balcony/second floor was open (where I took the pics -with no flash- to not look like a stalker). Brett and I camped there for awhile....and watched couples nervously and not-so-subtly sneak off. Wonder what they were trying to do? ;) Gah.. we were SO not as sneaky as we thought at that age....(they didnt go anywhere; all the rooms were closed off, but it was funny to watch them try...)

These pics were just as people were arriving and starting to dance.... I guess white suits are in?

7. The obvious way everyone cared what others thought. I guess that's just high school, but I would SO change how much I cared about that stuff if I could go back...

8. The OBVIOUS crush the girls had on Brett. He, like all men, was oblivious. I, however, enjoyed watching girls giggle when they looked at him and eye me like "who is THAT with Coach..." My personal fave was the girl who took a few pics when he wasnt watching.

9. Those kids can DANCE. My God... I mean... half the baseball team broke out in the Soulja Boy....

10. There were a LARGE number of kids with (real) star tattoos (multiple tattoos)... Girls had them on their shoulders, chest, etc.. One guy wore a white tux with tons of stars all over the vest... I didn't get it and chose to assume it was b/c they liked stars...and not b/c it was affiliated with anything else.

11. The couple-Juno style. Senior girl=pregnant with freshman guy's baby who seriously looked like Juno's man in the movie. Could you imagine being pregnant at prom? I felt for her.

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Anyway...It was a totally good time. Saw a couple of my old teachers, my old principal, and had formal "prom pics" taken. hahaha. Cute-all the way around. :)

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Anyway...the rest of the weekend was spent pretty low key. Today, I went through my purse/travel bag I carried in Belize/Guatemala. I'm such a sentimental freak that I'd kept stuff in it from the trip. I plan to carry the bag again through Costa. Anyway... look what was in there...

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a note from Matt n Mo (the other couple we met) telling us they were going to eat or something, broken sunglasses, money, cork from Francis Ford Coppola's restaurant, plane ticket/boarding pass, benadryl, receipts.... Funny.

What will be in there THIS trip (since I'm a little more experienced and wiser this time around): hand sanitizer, travel toilet paper, bandaids/alcohol pads, camera in travel case AND baggie (waterproof), energy bar.

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Getting excited for my trip!! Leave a week from Wednesday!!! I have every intention of trying to bring my cowboy hat. I dont know why; I just want to. We'll see how this goes...

Death Threats During LOST

Random thing number one:

For those of you who tease me about being a call screener...eat your words.

Beginning of story:

At my meeting last week in OKC, I got a large number of missed calls from a number I later googled and figured out was a land line in Broken Arrow. Okay, that said, it was to my work cell...aka..not one most people know anyway. Since the calls were all at 9pm or later, I assumed it was a wrong number (rightfully).

Well, Monday of this week, I rec'd 2 more missed calls from the same number (no voicemails). After the 2nd missed call, I decided to call it back and inform the person of their error (b/c it was annoying to hear my work phone ring, rush for it only to find out it's this stupid person). A girl answered... She apologized (with an f bomb inserted) and admitted she'd been trying to dial a number that was one digit off from mine. She was embarrassed and all was taken care of...or so I thought.

Last night, during Lost, same number on my work phone. (approx 9:45 pm)
Me: "Hi. I think you have the wrong number again."
Her: "Eff you. I'm going to kill you."
Me: "Um.. okay.. but I think you were trying to dial XXX-XXXX not mine, remember?"
Her: *obviously up on something* "Eff you...you effing bi***! I'm going to come over and kill you..."
Me: "No, you have the wrong number." (Why am I still talking to her?? b/c I hung up once and she'd called back)
Her: "You're on my caller id from THREE days ago. I have the right number and I'm going to kill you."
Me: "Okay. That's great. Remember I called you b/c you had the wrong number? Do you even know my name?"
Her: "No."
Me: "Okay, well.. please stop calling me." (hung up)

Called Sprint. Discovered my name likely showed up with my number on her id from the other day. UUUUUGGGHH. Spent the next 20 minutes googling every option with my name to make sure my address didnt come up. I mean.. the chick was nuts.. You never know, right?

So. Now, my work phone and my trying to be nice....got me death threats from a druggie. AWE.SOME.

Weird thing number two:

Yesterday, Michele and I checked in at the STL airport for our flight...about an hr and a half before the flight. We'd pre-selected our seats when we bought our tickets.

Our seating assignments were "unavailable." I was told to check at the gate. Whatever.

So, we went to eat with our co-workers then went to board.

They wouldnt let us board.

Guy: "Sorry, but you guys were the last to check in."
Me: "Um. Okay, but we got our tickets over a month ago and we've been here over an hr.."
Him: "Yeah, but...lemme just check."
Me: "okay, but what's the problem?"
Him: "let me just see what we can do..."

*HUH?*

Woman comes out while man is checking (this is all at the gate, mind you, about 5 minutes before take off..)
Woman: "We're willing to give you travel vouchers.."
Me: "Okay, but what's the problem?"
Her: "Well, we'd already boarded the plane and you two were the last to check in."
Me: "Okay. But we're not standby..What's the deal?"
*no response*
Guy comes back out "Okay, we can get you two on..."

*perplexed*

We got on....and sat in our same pre-reserved (empty) seats.

We were later told there wasnt enough fuel on the plane so they were going to keep a couple seats empty. Um... How about you (1) TELL SOMEONE THAT and (2) dont do that to customers who have PREBOOKED and CHECKED IN. You'd think somewhere along the way someone would have told us... or someone would have friggin put more fuel in the damn plane.

Anyway, it was weird.

It was just a weird damn day. Period.

But, Lost was good.. Great, actually. Right?

Meet the coworkers... :)

I'm baaaack... We didnt laser tag, but instead we "demolition balled" for our activity.. It's like lacrosse/basketball/bumper cars... It's quite hard to steer...and shoot the ball into the basket while others are trying to get it away from you. Anyhoo.. I SO made a goal/score/touchdown. whatever. I rocked... once. hahaha...

Here's my Tulsa counterpart, Michele! She's awesomely fabulous and work would TOTALLY not be the same without her... (and you know I'm honest here b/c she doesnt even have this address...haha)

Two of my bosses are in the front here..As you can tell, we were all having a few problems steering....:)

After I scored, I got a little happier. I was likely totally stuck in this photo. I kept ramming the car into things and not being able to move...

An actually totally candid photo of the Tulsa girls. (No, my team isnt all girls). This includes two strategists (my role) two intranet designers, two assistants, and two event planners. :) This pic cracks me up.. likely a framer...

This photo cracks me up...

Me, Michele, Christi (from Missouri office-supervisor) and Van. :) Love my coworkers!!!

All in all, there were about 35 of us from all 5 states.. We had a blast and got lots accomplished. I felt like A** the first day of the meeting. Warning: something is going around.... Anyway, I havent unpacked. Whatever. Lost is on... Did you hear me? LOST. IS. ON. (and so is Grey's!!!!) *Note: USA Today had all the top lost theories with comments from the show's writers. Good article today.*

Alright, preppin for tv, so blog more tomorrow.. aka.. the day I'm shaparoning a PROM!! WOO HOO!!!!

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PS... My flight to go to my dept meeting was at 7:20am. Soooo... I woke up at 5:15. Okay, so.. picture this...for your Friday morning laughter...

Alarm goes off across the room.

I take ONE step out of bed to hit snooze and stepped on something.

Hit snooze, got back in bed...realized whatever I stepped on was foreign....and... wet.

Lay there. Grossed out. Praying it wasnt something....like...

*flip on the lights*

A HUGE BUG.. well.. only the juice left after I crushed it with my FIRST step out of bed.

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Glad my week went better that the bug's.. Just sayin. (and..I dont live in filth...or else I would have expected to step on a bug and not nearly puked all over in the mad dash to the shower). Springtime. *sigh*

This describes my day.

Me: "Hey!"
Aaron: "Hi! Just wanted to know..what about Taipei?"
Me: "What?"
Him: "Just think about it."
Me: "Um. Okay. Later."
Him: "Bye!"

What just happened?

Gonna make this one last a couple days.....

Work is gonna be BUSY this week. I have like a zillion conference calls Monday then leave Tuesday for a symposium in OKC through Thurs. So, I have to get my fill of blogging in case I cant... haha..

This weekend:

Friday: Saw Stop-Loss. Ryan Philipe is HAUTE. However, didnt you think that chick in the previews is HIS girlfriend in the movie? Totally not. His FRIEND'S girl. I was disappointed.. Dont know why, but whatever. Anyway.... I dont personally know anyone (that I can think of) fighting over there right now, but couldnt imagine what that movie would be like if I did... It hits hard in points...but it's not so "WAR WAR WAR" like you think. It has some gory parts but nothing bad. Overall, good message. I was "eh" about the ending...but I think it makes sense the more I thought about it... Good movie. I teared up. Coulda used a bit "more..." something... I dunno. Was pretty shocked about the amt of soliders that actually get stop-lossed... But lets not get too deep right now....

Saturday: I'll let you look at pics before I talk more.... Went to a party...ended up staying there most of the night. :) Had a dance party to some Journey, Eddie Money...etc.. Played some old school drinking game that I'm not sure I wasnt cheating at.... And of course took LOTS of pics...but most were the college "Take a picture of him losing the beer game..." so I didnt post those...haha...


The last photo up there... is Tadd climbing the gate... b/c we couldnt get in to get his car out. And yeah...I climbed it too...in the dress.. It was HI-larious! We didnt have the gate code and that was our option at 1:30 am....Whatever. It worked. For those that peg me as high maintenance, please come hang the next time I'm hiking my happy ass over a gate in a dress...

Also on Sat, I met the mobile windshield lady. She was super nice-but had some appts ahead of me so it took ALL.DAY. Like a MORON, I drove to her side of town around noon and she finally was able to meet me at like 3... I was done at 5. Windshield=FIXED!!! Please note...she was also very um...in touch with her God...and I now have a bible journal, magazine and religious CD if you want it....Oh...and we prayed together... Yes, I am serious. I'm not gonna be a bitch here... b/c its respectable that she holds her beliefs so dear....and she didnt rub them off on me to try to sway me... I actually (unintentionally) asked some questions which brought on the (40something) bible verses.... But... whoa. I just asked for a windshield. I might not agree with her on some stuff, but didnt feel like debating...and her heart's in the right place... so whatever. Only in Oklahoma does the windshield lady also preach.....

Sunday- did laundry. Not that exciting. Also LOVE Eli Stone.. You watch it? You should.. Thursday. That is all. It was on a special night tonight. I can catch you up if you need it...

I need to get to the gym. I'm feeling extra tense. Maybe it's just the PMS.... Whatever.. My blog, my comment. Night people.

Wha?

Windshield repair place number one: (glass savers)

Her: "We cant get you in til tomorrow.. I need to wait for the windshield to fully dry out for the resin to hold."
Me: "It's like a 6 inch crack. Is that okay?"
Her: "Yes, tomorrow at 1ish?"

Number two: (glass doctors)
Him: "We could get you in today, but we're booked solid.."
Me: "What about waiting for the windshield to dry out?"
Him: "No. It's fine."
Me: "Well, it's supposed to freeze Sunday, so I want to get it done pronto.."
Him: "What about Wednesday?"

No.

Three: (tulsa auto glass- or something)
Her: "We cant fix anything beyond the initial crack/hole...Once it starts spreading, there's nothing we can do."
Me: "Um.. alright..."

WHAT?!! How do I get THREE different things from three different people? I forgot to ask the chick from call number one how much she's gonna charge me, so who knows.... le sigh. I've never had a windshield crack, but something tells me fixing it sooner is better....

I hate hail. I hate glass. That is all.

Adding to my mood...

While driving home, I noticed a crack spreading on my windshield...likely from the hail storm the other night. Recommendations on where I can go to get this fixed are appreciated. Ugh.

Thanks. Boo.

Arg.

I dont know what it is... the lack of sleep from the storms, the icky weather, the seemingly extra long winter that refuses to give in to spring...

But, I'm over it. And my head is on vacation time. I leave in less than a month and you'd think I leave tomorrow. It's pathetic.

I'm also a bit nervous b/c I think I'm getting a raise... but wont even know what it is until the end of this month. I guess corp has to 'approve' it. They lump our dept raises in with 2 other internal depts, so we kinda get an average percent as long as we're doing our job... at least I think that's the way it works... I've heard that I shouldn't get my hopes too far into the clouds with the percentage.. lol! Curious though...and nervous....

Sometimes I wonder if I'd ever make what I need/want to make here in Tulsa. Anyway...then, I decide to move and start thinking of where. Then, I might go as far as to search online.. That's about where it stops b/c I get discouraged and frustrated like "I have no idea what I'm doing.." lol! Plus, I LIKE what I'm doing right now... totally... and dont ever want to go back to being unhappy in my job b/c that royally blew...

*le sigh*

Maybe I'll win the lottery and become an E! True Hollywood Story...

I'm also wearing a semi sheer shirt (with a tank under it-thank you very much) and accidentally wore a black bra instead of a nude one. Crap.). It's in my head b/c I dont notice much in the mirror, but stiiiiiilllll....

Also.. anyone interested in Rascal Flatts/Taylor Swift concert here in September?

That's what she said...

Day 1 of self tanner on face: so far, so good. I read it smells bad.. I dont think it does. I also read that it comes off in patches and streaks. This frightens me. Nervous.

Yeah, so.. rain rain go away. Blah.

Hey, out there in blog world.. How do I do a strikethrough in my blog text? Am I retarded here? Help. Thanks.

Currently writing a 4-part speech for four different execs. This also makes me nervous. I kinda like writing jokes for them, though.. It's awkward and I laugh at myself when I'm writing them...Yeah, I am that lame.

I tried to curl my hair today. It's comical.

Tonight I have butts n guts again. Listening to the noises people make in that class is HI-larious! It's everything from grunting to moaning to uuuughhh and "AGAIN? Nooooo.."

Just another morning in "tornado alley"

It's spring in Oklahoma. You know what that means....

Last night. Me. Sleeping. 3am awaken to sirens. Half asleep but decide to ignore them. They KEEP going off..so I reluctantly get up. Afterall, the ONE time I dont is the one time I should have...

Anyway..get up, flip on the news.. realize I really am in the path of rotation (which is strange for where I live...rarely happens). I look at myself and think "crap. I better put on some more clothes." (Yes, THIS is my thought..not "hey, i might blow away tonight") I put on sweat pants, bra, tshirt (I'd originally had on a tank top and shorts). Half asleep, I also put on my flip flops. Sat back down on the sofa with Gracie in lap still kinda squinty with hair a total mess. Decided hiding laptop in linen closet was a good idea. (What?! Yeah, I said I was half asleep). I didnt want to lose all my photos my french doors blew open like they sometimes do in storms.

The thought crosses my mind
"We have a storm shelter...but I dont even know how to get into it... I wonder if my neighbors are up...Hmm..."

Opted to watch more storm coverage before I took cover with the dog.

Storm blew over. Then storm TWO hit...with hail...a LOT of hail.

Got BACK up, totally paranoid that the sirens had been knocked out by a twister and I was actually in the path of a funnel.

Obviously OCD b/c that was not the case. Went back to sleep at about 4am.

Promised myself to call my neighbors today in case I have to take cover-ever. (Keep in mind I've lived there 2 years and think this thought after every storm). Lull into dreamland thinking "I should put snacks in the storm shelter...."

Lord.

Blaze's Tulsa Bachelorette!

Thanks to advice from you lovelies (Kat, Jenny, Aud, Sarah, Brooke....), I sewed the veil myself (insert odd pride in such an easy task), baked the cookies, got the panty game rollin, and had plenty of wine..and glasses.... Melanie hooked up the food stuff and some games and we were set!

Dude. I dont think she's gonna have to buy underwear for a LONG. TIME. hahaha! I think this is the only time in a woman's life.. (hopefully) where a man's "jewels" (taken from a game we played) are a prop.... haha.. From straws, to "scratch off" games (see below pic), it was good times....

See the above pic of the whole bridal party-Melissa (far right) had a baby 15 DAYS ago!!

Went out. Took photos. Had inappropriate conversations. Dropped it like it's hot. Success. Love it!

And, I couldnt resist.

This. was my Friday night. Thanks to Brooke b/c I ran into her at Target and would have otherwise EFFED those cookies UP. LOL! I had to give a shout out to the old oven.. Remember my building was like built in 1940...Charming n all, but it doesnt even have an "on" switch. LOL! Whatever, it made the peckers in record time....

Woke up today. Went immediately to kitchen. Got bottle of water, plate of leftover cookies, and went back to bed. Nice.

Oh, and... Sat marked a couple other awesome things:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY A LOVE!!! (pic from last year in Palm Springs!)

AND...AND... I have officially been GONE from the LAW FIRM for a YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hostess with the....???

...orange dress?

Yeah, I didnt die from the drano. I did, however, apparently make it rain (*insert me singing the rap song and doing a little dance*) in my downstairs neighbor's apt. Long story short, it didnt hurt anything, but a leetle weird. I felt bad...for like 5 seconds. Whatever. He plays loud music. (whatever gets me through the day, right?? anyway....)

Yeah, so I'm co-hosting a "Tulsa bachelorette" type shower thing for Blaze tomorrow at my place! I'm so excited, but dont really know what I'm doing.. Thanks to my more hostessy friends (Love you girls), I am now prepared! I didnt get to go to her party in STL b/c I couldnt afford it at the time, so I'm really excited I get to do this!!

And uh, yeah.. I went to get a cute (cheap) dress and ended up with one that's orange. As in BRIGHT orange. As in "what the eff was I thinking?!" Unfortunately, the store has a "no return on certain sale items" policy, so orange or not, the damn thing is mine. If my pics dont feature it, you'll know I was just not feelin the fruit color. Whatever. It was 12 bucks. (yeah, really).

I talk about working out a lot.. Well, I have a confession.. I have NO idea what I'm doing with my upper body.. Getting a better idea now, but I think I overworked it the other day b/c my shoulders and chest were so sore that I almost cried while I was running. You have no idea how much your boobs bounce on the treadmill until every step makes you want to....do something violent. I dunno. Damnit. I am trying here. If it doesnt pay off, I'm going to eat cookie dough for the rest of my life. Done.

What victory feels like

See how happy this woman is? That's me. RIGHT NOW. Why? B/c... I tend to um...flush things I shouldnt down the toilet... Q-tips, cotton balls....yeah... Well, it caught up to me...in a BIG way.

Steps in my previous hour:

1. Toilet overflowing.

2. Gracie trying to drink the water.

3. Calmly close bathroom door and head to Reasor's.

4. Buy drano without hesitation.

5. Get home, go in bathroom. Read bottle... "Not for use in toilets."

6. Pour some in anyway.

7. Toilet WAS slowly draining. That comes to a halt.

8. Go to the bible of toilet fixing...aka google.. aka wikihow.

9. Put on rubber gloves and went back into the war zone.

10. Poured hot water into toilet....then plunged...then repeated....and repeated....and repeated...

11. Used unbent wire coat hanger and tried to jam it up the toilet. Stupid move.

*Please insert Gracie whining outside the door this whole time and my hair falling in my face...and a few expletives....*

12. After some dedication to the cause...and lots of hot water and plunging, I am a plumbing GENIUS!!!!!!

This really was TMI and way unecessary, but I feel oddly proud. Whatever. I will never flush qtips again...or cotton balls...or....the lid to the razor (oops).

And..now I have a funny taste in my mouth. I have determined I swallowed drano (this is impossible b/c my mouth wasnt near it at all). I will blog tomorrow if I live through my imaginary drano swallowing.