"where's the beer?"

chris is giving me this look. like, why are you writing about beer? he knows i am too hyper to function on my own, so he's watching my every move to make sure i don't say something terrible like "i have sand in my vaginnnnnnna" or "i've got a manginaaaa", or, best yet "i will never adopt a russian, an asian, or any kid with pale skin and dark black hair."

but that is the truth, trust me. after watching "Orphan" and "Horsemen", i'm horrified of adopting a child that matches that description. sure, if she's got blonde hair and blue eyes, she most certainly won't kill my family; but if she's got black hair and pale white skin, oh shit folks. we're doomed.

let's be honest. i should not be writing this post. alas, i haven't posted yet today, and i am feeling completely boring at present. my day went like this: woke up, showered, made myself lovely (ha. ha. this great new haircut is doing wonders for my self esteem...), drove to the house only to discover what exciting changes have occurred (and there are many!), came back, did yardwork (20 weeks pregnant and pulling weeds, folks), played pool, napped, made homemade pizza, mass, watched "horsemen" and ate some awesome aphrodisiac we call chocolate cake... and now, i'm writing this. it's been uneventful and lame typical.

so now i am going to do something un-lame. let's just say it will be the best thing i've done all day.

goodnight, folks. sweet dreams.