Much like pineapples, I am hardcore. (thisgirliknow) wrote,
Much like pineapples, I am hardcore.

I slept ridiculously long Saturday night. Probably went to bed around 3 or 4 after Clayton's party, and then I was so ridiculously tired I slept till 5ish on Sunday. Seriously.

Like, I woke up for about a minute and a half around 10 something and then went right back to sleep.

After I finally woke up, turned on my TV to listen to the game, got ready, called Domino's to order some wings to pick up, and started to leave to go to Bobby's... and then couldn't find my keys.

I retrace my steps. Not in the door. Not in my car. Not stolen by anyone. Not in my purse, on my table, in my refrigerator, in my cabinets, or eaten by ANYONE. Believe me, I asked. reamens lost his keys several months ago and decided to tell me a rough story about never finding them, making me freak out even more.

An hour and a half later I found them on my counter hiding. Off to Dominos and then Bobby's. Played with the kid. Hung out with the friends. Watched the game.

I'm understanding football more these days, but not enjoying it any more. Even with beer and wings and allowable but non-happening burping contests, it's still not fun. Oh well. The last five minutes were at least interesting.

Afterwards we watched Family Guy's version of Star Wars which I'm positive must be much better than the real thing. I should really find that out someday.
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