TMI Thursday--It's sexy to ME

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HHB is playing Guitar Hero naked. He just got out of the shower and is rocking out in the buff. I had to close the blinds...but it's oddly sexy to me. Maybe it's because usually when he's naked with that intense look of concentration...well, nevermind. >:)

SURPRISE!

I called my grandma to let her know I was on my way to get the boys. She told me Bird was really excited because he had a surprise. Boy did he.

A CAT. She got him a freaking kitten. Now when we move, we have Fat Cat, Fatter Cat (who's currently at the humane society but is coming once we're moved into our house), Big Dumb Dog (also at the humane society), possibly another puppy if there are boxers left, AND a kitten. Can you say menagerie?

And the important part of this post...we're buying a house if the appraisal goes well. We're waiting for the results. Keep your fingers crossed. Hence all the animals. I had to talk them into Fat Cat when I moved here and I promised no other pets. We had the illicit rabbit (RIP Halle Bunny) but she was mostly in the garage. Now that we're getting our own place, which is huge and in the country, we're making up for lost time apparently.

Aging

Today I was following an annoyingly slow driver and I thought, "Why is this jerk driving like a grandma?" And I thought about how, when I was little, my grandma drove like a bat out of hell. I mean, 60 mph and hollering. Once, I was helping her move, and we got to the new house with a load, and she goes, "Where's my toaster?" I saw it on the way back to get another load. Her crazy ass had went around a curve too fast, and the toaster was roadkill. But that was before I could even drive myself.

Now? She drives like, well, a grandma. I hate moments like that, because it forces me to realize that she really is getting older. I wish I could freeze her in time, flying around the corners, tossing toasters off the back of the truck.

Chemical Warfare

Everytime I know I'm going to have to spend an extended amount of time with my mother, I wear patchouli, because it reminds her of someone she doesn't like. Yes, I'm passive-aggressive, and yes, I'm going to hell.

TMI Thursday--Does a Princess Do It In The Woods?

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HHB and I are going on a childfree camping trip this weekend. (Can you hear me cheering where you are? No? Listen harder. LISTEN!) Anyway, here is my list:

Mini camping stove (Thanks Dad!)
Mini lantern (Again!)
Extra socks and panties
Clean shirt for Day 2
Tent
Sleeping Bag
Toy for bedtime
Lube
Tarp
Cooking Gear
Eggs in my nifty new egg holder for breakfast
Sandwiches for Day 1 Lunch
Stew for Day 1 Dinner
Jerky and Trail Mix for Day 2 Lunch

What? I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary about that list.

I'm Twitterpated

Because boring you with my life on MySpace and Facebook weren't enough, I have now fallen into temptation and joined the world of Twitter. Why, you ask? I have no idea, other than it's something I can check on my phone for entertainment while I'm in court slowly dying inside.

I'm hilbillyprinces, if anyone wants to add me. Post yours in the comments if you want followed.

You Can't Catch Me Because the Rabbit Done Died

:( RIP Halle Bunny. We moved her cage out of the garage yesterday for the boys' party, and so she could get some sun and fresh air now that the weather has turned. When we checked on her last night, she was dead. No signs of foul play, we think the change was just too much for her. Bunnies are fragile.