things better left unsaid

here I am, with a mouth bigger than my brain, again.

Chatty cathy, that's me...

busier than I don't know what, and I have time to blog? what the heck is wrong with me?

halloween 09

well, I guess this is me being happy that I have friends. I'm way too insecure for friends, but I seem to be able to hide it well.

started out as a pirate, and soon tossed the sword and eye-patch and became a gypsy. Scotty won the "best costume" as Ozzy Osbourne, he had the mannerisms down pat, but the costume really wasn't good enough for a win, it was because we controlled the applause, and he was the only one of us gutsy enough to enter the contest. Tuna wasn't too happy, Jack thought. Pair of tickets to a Leafs game.

Theresa and Donna each wore a name tag that said "Jean", and described themselves as a "pair of jeans". Woodsy was a pimp, Danny was a cook, Tommy was guru Pitka, Rico was a skeleton, Ski-Man was a hippy, (I think), and Jack went as a devil. Jack actually drove us home, and probably shouldn't have. Almost took the front end of my car off at the Saucer.

Got home to find that I was a bad mommy...Kyle's fever was back, and he wanted me to sleep with him. Didn't get to eat my saucer food, after all.

Stayed in bed all morning, no sleep, but got some sugar. Steaks tonight. mmm... blood.

I hope I don't bore anyone to tears.
this is an experiment in confession.
we shall see...

Hello... understand that I know I'm not worthy...