Stroking the Furry Wall

I was going to say you need to google the title if you don’t know what it means, but you’ll probably also come up with a whole slew of other nasty, tasteless images.  Let’s google, shall we? 🙂
Anyway, I feel busy.  I feel busy (according to Aldous Snow, stroking a soft furry wall will ease my tension…if you haven’t seen “Get Him to the Greek”, you must!). It’s probably the jellybeans I just ate.  My head is racing, filling with all these things I’ve got going on, but in reality…I’m sitting at my desk bored out of my gourd.

I finally tried Zumba last week and it totally kicked ass.  The teacher was awesome and the class was filled with fun people, cool music, and great dance moves.  It was a titty rubbing/shaking, gyrating, ass-slapping good time.  I am not exaggerating on any of those points.  We did all three…several times.  The teacher slapped my ass a few times and we all know that if the class totally sucked, I’d probably go back just for some more of that.  I made a friend who was also just joining the class and I can’t wait to go back.  I don’t know when I will be back though…because I broke my toe…or jammed a few really bad…I don’t know what the hell I did, but my foot hurts and my toes are all black and blue.  Pretty damn disgusting.  I can move my toes, but it hurts like hell to have my foot in a shoe and walk.

Here’s what happened:  I wore flip flops and I’m clumsy.  The End.

Actually, I took Mike for his birthday to see the Cubs play this weekend.  I was walking down the cement steps to our seats, when all of a sudden, my foot flies underneath me and I’m landing on my ass trying not to spill my beer all over myself.  It was comical.  Embarrassing.  I wasn’t even drinking yet!  What was even more comical was that I almost did it AGAIN after a bathroom/beer break.  Flip flops will be the death of me.  We had a great time, regardless.  We went downtown afterwards and walked around, until I just couldn’t take it anymore and had to go home to put my foot up.  We spent Sunday having coffee, reading the paper, and watching movies.  It was gloriously lazy and I enjoyed having him around.

On the agenda of possible blog-worthy life moments:

Wednesday night I will be baking (yes. baking.) Irish Car Bomb cupcakes for some of my favorite people.  I’m not a baker, but a recipe with Guiness, whiskey, and Bailey’s in it cannot be passed up.  Truly.

Thursday is St. Patrick’s Day.  I’ll deliver cupcakes and do a little drinking with some industry peeps (HOA industry…NOT entertainment industry) and Mike at a local event.

I should be getting a new hood for my truck this weekend. Woot!

There is a certain young and sassy person’s Mardi Gras themed birthday party coming up in a few weeks as well.  Beads + Margaritas = Good times!

Luckily, I have a new battery on order for my camera.  I need to incorporate some photos, I think!

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