Dammit, I forgot I had a blog again. This might be the longest I've ever gone without posting in the history of FOREVER. I really have no good excuse. I mean, I was moving, sure, but I had free time at work when I could have blogged. TOO BAD I was too busy researching old Lifetime movies. And reading the best cooking blog IN THE WORLD. Seriously, you guys, check it out. Once we get all the boxes and whatnot out of the kitchen and dining room, I fully intend to try some of those recipes. The easy ones, anyway. I know Kat says ALL of them are easy, but that's because she's a cooking genius and cooking geniuses think all cooking is easy.
Let's see, what have I done since we last spoke. The last time I posted, we were smack dab in the middle of birthday celebrations. Celebrations that took all of Sunday to recover from because WOW I should not drink so much beer anymore. I turned 27 on Tuesday but, since I had already celebrated with my friends, my family, AND Joe, I spent the evening of my birthday packing our living room. I find that I care less and less about my birthday every year. Except for the presents. I still really like the presents. And boy did I get some good ones this year. I won't brag, though. That would be rude.
Heidi and I moved into our new apartment this past weekend and I am SO GLAD we're finally done with all of that. We're mostly unpacked and I've even tested the washer and dryer, thanks to Phoebe, who projectile vomited all over my bedspread yesterday. I gave her a free pass, though, because she had to hang out with my parents' 80 pound Lab on Saturday and, once I brought her home, she had to navigate around piles of crap and half-unpacked boxes. I guess cats find that disconcerting. Disconcerting to the point of barfing.
Tonight I'm looking forward to getting a bit more unpacked and picking back up with the running program I've been neglecting for the past week and a half. That should go well, right? Especially since I've been eating nothing but junk food for at least a week and I feel like I'm about to get a little Violet Beauregardy. I'm excited to run around our apartment complex, though, because there are LOADS of puppies everywhere, and also ducks. I love ducks. Also ducklings. DUCKLINGS!
That reminds me. The other day, Joe and I had this conversation:
Joe: The other day I saw a goose and it had some ducklings following it.
Me: Ducklings were following a goose?
Joe: Baby geese. Not ducklings. Whatever.
Me: Goslings?
Joe: Whatever, shut up.
It made me feel a lot better about that time I inadvertently goose-honked at our neighbor and Heidi laughed at me. Good times.
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How come it never occurred to me that Ryan Gosling's name means Ryan Baby Goose?! Just when I thought he couldn't get any cuter.
And yay for birthday fun!
Did you guys know that Ryan baby Gosling was on the Mickey Mouse Club with JT and Britney and Christina, et al? When I found out, my head exploded.
My cat projectile vomited this weekend, too! I think something's going on there, but I don't know. I'm pretty sure he was upset because of the 1/2 pound, two week old kitten that lived in my apartment all weekend and got WAY more attention than him. Seriously, though, my cat has issues. I mean, he was afraid of the kitten. He hissed at her! I was just like, what the fuck, cat? You could eat her head in one bite! You are fifteen pounds! And then, to show me he meant business, he puked by my computer and then on a rug by the TV.
Yeah, I got over birthdays a while ago. They've lost their exciting.
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