Ada woke me up this morning. With a stick. It's her turn to dish out the pain. And she's doing so with a ladle (or laddle or ladel) the size of a flag pole. She has a dirty mouth today too. It's all "Eff that!" and "Eff you!"
I'm almost 38, and in the last two days I've eaten nothing but slurpees and tacos. I'm everything my parents hoped I'd be. Last night, our waitress' name was Carmen. I have a friend named Carmen. She is the best dancer I have ever seen. But I did not dance with that waitress. Much. Thanks to our official sponsor, Tecate, for making it all possible.
The Seven Dwarfs
look real pretty
with lipstick on