No, not really, although I haven’t yet read my horrorscope for the week. I’m being optimistic here.

The weekend lowdown… I had a brush with political “greatness,” and simultaneously with a very passionate man, while drinking Filt.

Saturday, did fun and exciting things like… grocery shopping! And, I twisted and tied about 6 million shirts for a fall festival next weekend! Oh, then, I ate pierogies. Yum.

Yesterday… ok, it started raining on Wednesday evening and did not stop until yesterday. A cold rain. The very rain I refuse to go outside in, simply because I will become a LoreSicle, and then who would entertain the masses? So, instead of freezing my arse off, I dyed. A lot. I’d go and roll around in it, like a miser or other quasi-insane person, but its still all wet and let’s face it, I am colorful enough. Yo.

After dying for 2-ish hours, I already had planned to make an apple pie to use up some apples that were going to go bad. Let’s just say that one apple pie turned into two… and at some point, I was cooking three different things at once and taking notes for what will be a blog to amuse… well, me, probably.

Good times. This is what happens when I am stuck inside for too long with nothing to do. The next few weeks of The Hubs being out of town ought to be interesting. I wonder if I can paint the dining room with craft paint. Beautiful spring flowers and stick figures.

We need a song for the week. Waking up in Vegas has been haunting me, but I don’t feel like posting it. What else…

Hmm….

Dedicated to 1993, the year I graduated and began fucking up my life for the next 15 years. Yeah, baby.