I’m home. I didn’t get to ski enough, but there was plenty of Ann Murray.
I ate chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, because I love Jeff that. much.
If I don’t eat this kind of stuff, I’ll get all model skinny and hott. Jeff will be constantly fighting over me and I just don’t want that kind of life for him. So I eat. The things I do for that man. I don’t really know if he appreciates the crosses I bear.
While eating the cookies I came to the conclusion that the girls’ weekend should be an annual March thing.
Who’s in?
Heck, yes, I’m in!
Although, next year should definitely be in the great land of the leprosy colony.
Hee.
no no, we should do the swamps in the fall, and Utards in the spring, I gots this all worked out.
ooh…me too! me too!
And yes, it has to be Utah in the spring.
Whee!!! I’m in, I’m in!!!! Look at us, starting traditions.
I’d be “in,” but a) i’m no girl. b) too much estrogen. It burns us. and c) hillbilly hell is a distinct possibility.
Precisely what I ordered the gigantic chocolate cake at P.F. Chang’s today. It’s for my husband! So I don’t get all skinny! I knew I was all noble and everything.