During high school, I said "Dude". I said it a lot. "Dude" was probably in every sentence I uttered. Everyone said it. And now, as an adult, I only say it if I've been drinking. But Colin and I got hooked on the first two seasons of LOST and ya know...Hurley says "dude". He says it a lot. So now it has crept back into my life. I "hear" it all the time so now I am saying it again. I'm saying it so much that people are asking me if I'm drinking. But I'm not. Funny, huh? Now I sound drunk even at 9 a.m. Niiiice.
I was talking to my dad yesterday about the reunion and he made a good point. It's not high school. I can leave anytime I want. In fact, I can walk in there, act like a monkey and sling poo on everyone who was ever mean to me (and run from the apes who have some of their own for me) and then walk out. I can do whatever I want to now. Cuz I wear big girl panties now. Cuz I'm past all that. And because if I don't go, then I'll always wonder...was it really all that bad? So, I've made up my mind. I'm gonna go. Just for the heck of it. But nobody better bring up the snart. Then it'll turn ugly.
You can snag it here.
So, other than that, not much is going on. I'm just listening to Color Me Badd and having a grand old time. The kids are all at school and I'm bobbin' around in my chair, reveling in one more hour of freedom. The papers are finished for another kit and I'm working on the embellishments. Wanna peek?
Yeah...it's gonna be so purdy!!!
Last night while we were grocery shopping, Colin saw a crepe pan and we bought it. Funny thing is I was already going to make crepes tomorrow morning. This will make it even easier. Hopefully I won't burn them this time. :0) And I'm dead serious on this...listen closely now. If you ever go to Paris, you MUST have a lemon and sugar crepe. Trust me on this. It will change your life. And then you'll find yourself at 8 p.m. in the middle of the super market, holding a crepe pan, and when you get home, you'll be best friends with Nigella Lawson and she'll show you how to make crepes to perfection without a crepe pan and then everyone in your town starts offering to watch your children and to do your laundry and then you'll throw away your pan and move to a castle on Cloud 9 and Johnny Depp will be your next door neighbor.
It happens, dude.