Friday, October 22, 2004
Pick yer butt, Shelby. Pick yer butt.
Last night was spent trying to get the crib in reasonable shape for White Mamba, who has blown into town for the weekend to visit family. Didn't quite get there -- he's horrified by the amount of cat hair up in here -- but that hasn't stopped him from making my life hell. Par example, this morning? In my room, standing over my bed, repeating "Starbucks. Starbucks. Starbucks. Starbucks ..." until I woke up. Then? He took a picture of me as I woke up. Then? He put on my bra.
I laughed until I peed. No, seriously.
I laughed until I peed. No, seriously.