we hung out at my aunt’s last nite who lives around the corner, she has the cutest place.

fil came home for lunch before going to his ski work thing and i was still in bed (at 11am) in my underwear and trying to be all non-chalant about it like oh hi hello yes i have gotten plenty done today, yep. i tried to think of a bunch of excuses like uhh i was making the bed and decided to lie down for a moment’s rest?

anyway, i am not suppose to have any fun tonite. i emailed samir to see what was on the docket tonite and he says we are celebrating fil’s absense. aw fil, i miss you already.

my left hand hurts arthritis-like. I HAVE ARTHRITIS NOW OH GREAT!

i removed all the diamonds from my hoochie jeans.

the juicer so far is a success minus the 30 lbs of fruit you have to buy to make a jug of drink and the gabillion dollars it costs also.

the chick who cashed me out was all there’s a 90 day return policy so i says i can use this for 89 days then return it? and she said uh, i guess, not picking up on my sarcasm and i say i’m kidding, though, people actually do shit like that? she says yes.

hmmm.