Life

Life has kinda thrown me for a loop, nothing bad mind you. Been hanging out at my moms more, which is good because she keeps me in check and tells me when I'm being a complete moron. Which sometimes is a lot more often than I need. She'll sit me down and talk about things, and listen to both sides (Pat..sigh.) and then offer advice and words of wisdom. And I don't say my mom is wise very often, but after so many kids she probably knows us better than we know ourselves.

Since the Emily fiasco of 09' I have found a new bridesmaid, who wears a size 9 so some alterations and the wedding will still be even, which I love. Yay Chantel! I have been babysitting for her, which was exhausting and tiring and what not. Took baby to his first diner, introduced him to yummy cottage cheese and hashrbowns. Been spending more time in the living room with Jes and Homie D thug, and its going to suck to not have a small child to play with whenever I want, but thats life, eh?

Been avoiding any real task, such as packing or sorting things. Which I'm not surprised at. I knew it would be the hardest part, seeing as its the one that sucks the most. "What? I can't possibly throw away this lawn gnome! George is my homie!" And then my mother rolls her eyes and puts him in the keep box. Granted, she may have thrown him away after all. But come on! That lawn gnome is from Crystal's 13th birthday. He's been with me 10 years! HOW DO YOU GET RID OF SOMETHING THAT AWEOSME!?

The other night I got drunk, SHOCK I KNOW, and wanted to watch the princess bride. So I tried to download it. Downloaded a virus instead. Whippee! Computer is fucked. I can still get online, which is great, but can't talk on MSN really, and the Virus scan isn't working.
The cost of having it fixed + Shipping = More than the computer itself cost. So.. yea. 50 bucks for a 600 dollar computer anyone?

vista. Lots of memory and Ram. Will do system restore before you get it. Yeah, cuz I'm awesome.
So yea, John is on the phone now so thats my cue to wrap this up. LATER KIDS.

Sigh.

I've been in a funk. There are things for me to do, I'm aware of this. I talk about what I need to get done often. Laundry, packing, cleaning my mother's garage.. all of them need to get done. But whats stopping me? My depression. I'm in a funk I can't get out of, I know whats causing it and I wish I could just shake it off, get over it and move the fuck on.

What Funk you ask? Emily. How do I fix it? I can't. Do I need to move on? Yes. can I ? I don't know.
So many things upset me. I slip into my accent and crack a joke and a feeling of sadness comes over me. A song plays and I tear up. Its like someone died, but much worse this time. (SORRY GRANDMA.)

She was supposed to come with me for the first week or so and help me settle in, explore and adventure all throughout London with me, and now.. Its me and my fanny pack all alone.
Me alone packing my things. No one to give the stuff I don't want too, no one to stand there going "Do you really need that?" When I protest and pack something I really don't need.

No one to drive with at 2am. No one to sing with.. My passenger seat is covered in garbage and crap because theres no one to sit there. I'm alone. Its bad enough I miss john, but now Im Friendless and I just.. I don't know.

I'm sorry, I needed to get it off my chest. Im sure you're all sick of my moody bouts of whininess but.. Yeah. I don't eat right, I stopped drinking, except for tonight. I sleep all day, get up at night and pick fights with people because Im in such a shitty mood. I don't know how to fix this. My mood is at an all time low and even rum isn't picking it up. Dancing in my car, chair, Room isn't helping. Laughter works for a bit but after an hour or so I'm back to where I was before.

I hate that my other friends are fixing this, its not their faults, its something that is wrong with me. Something I need to figure out and find a fix for, not them. And as much as I socialize and joke and laugh.. It always feels like something is missing.

That something is you, Em.

Death of Friendship

I knew it was coming. The times between seeing each other got longer, and the times spent together were shorter. I knew it was happening when something every time I saw you irritated me, or vice versa. I was only hoping that maybe, we'd make it until I left, so our friendship could fade away and we'd be left with the happy moments that make us laugh out loud when we're alone doing something that has nothing to do with anything. When a single word triggers a memory and makes us burst into a fit of giggles.

I don't know who I'm going to sit on the floor of my bed room drinking wine and laughing about the memories, the jokes and even the crap I have piled around. I don't know who to cook for, who to nag or who to worry about.

So lets raise a glass, one last time. Because it wasn't meant to be, because it was the best 85 years of my life, because of the laughter the tears and the strange looks. For the the candy bars thrown at us, the wine and alcohol we drank, the food we cooked, the drives we took and the servers who's lives we've changed. Raise a glass for the inside jokes, the late night musical drives, the walks, the adventures and the mozzarella sticks. And if not any of that, raise your glass because we've both changed, for the better, in some aspects for the worst. But we've changed, I've been changed by you, and I only hope that I had some effect on you.

"You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart."

Thanks for 85 years Emily, I was hoping to make it to 126, but we don't always get what we wish for.

I've got a feeling

There is something about weddings that makes me crave romance. So the last two nights I have stayed up way past my bedtime to read. A whole book. Each night. About 400 pages long each. I crave more. I don't want to sleep because I have a stack of books that need to be re-read. Not even "read" re-read. Because I just crave reading right now. I don't know if it's because after the stress, worry and everything else I want a break but whatever. At least I'm not drinking, right?

Today was fucking AWESOME. Seriously. Woke up at noon and showered. Picked up the Emily and we headed to Starbucks to start our day off right, with some over priced froo froo coffee that I have grown to love. With patrons staring at us for being odd and having strange accents, we giggled as we pulled away.
We started to David's Bridal in Rockford, about an hour and a half away, and my sister calls. Apparently she assumed I'd go to Shaumburg. Silly woman. So we had a good 30 minutes, Emily and I, to browse the dresses and what not.

My mom, Big Jenny, Hope and Little Emily finally arrived. I was whisked away to try on my dress again for alterations. I recall at some point I asked my sister if it made my butt look big. Apparently it does. :p
I've opted to wear my black Aldo shoes, because I like being tall, and it saved me nearly 200 bucks on hemming. Rock on me!

After I managed to get out of my massive dress, we had Little Emily try on hers. She just ran around, twirled and smiled like a silly kid who hit jackpot. Rather adorable. She has no idea I got her that tiara, but I feel sorry for my sister who will have to explain to the girl that she can't sleep in the dress.

The ladies tried on several dresses, each one looked better on one person and terrible on another. I had given up hope, slightly, when Hope picked out a dress and I agreed, figuring it'd be better than just blindly guessing at this point.
Well boy howdy. Who would have thunk that my tomboy of a sister could pick out a dress that would look fantastic on all three ladies? Kudos Hope, I owe you a cookie.

Dramatics ensued when Emily learned she had to take the dress off. The little one of course, although at one point during my alteration Big Emily had to leave because she was tearing up. Rather cute, I think. But you know how I feel about emotions.

Anyhow, We purchased everything and headed home. Big Emily and I headed to lunch at the Parrot place, where we enjoyed rice, Crab Rangoon and Mai tais. Mmm delicious.
I dropped her off and headed on home where I was ready to take a nap (Odd since it's now 6am. Silly body, get tired plz.)

I started registering for things, and after a few hours had passed I realized I had amassed a large amount of objects. Granted, the things I want from America don't appear to be on Amazon.uk.co but whatever. Target had them, and worse comes to worse I will ship.
I then spent an hour coordinating colors and making things match on another site, but apparently I don't exist on there which pissed me off.

So I escaped from the Internet with Emily to relax at the Denny's and rock out to music.
then I returned home to click on the Internet some more but after so much clicking realized I wanted to read. So read I Did, and a few hours later I have finished yet another book and am very tempted to pick another one up and start reading that.

John is not going to be pleased when he reads this :p

Horoscope

Shift that high-speed brain of yours down a few gears. It's time to plod and ponder.

Sounds about right, if you ask me. I know I owe another update and I will get to it tomorrow. But first I need to read a bit and then pass out for the night. I have major laundry to do tomorrow or at least some general room cleaning. But tomorrow night I plan on making Emily and her Mom (Not you Big J, sorry.) Eggplant Parmesan because thats just how we roll around here.

I've had a great couple of days. And I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Best Almost Birthday EVER.

I've been sitting here for like 20 minutes wondering how to put such amazing fun in words, but we're going to give it a shot. Yesterday was my "Birthday Celebration" with Emily since I will be gone for my actual birthday. We had a fucking RIOT.

She came over and I made us both french toast, which was delicious. While I waited for my camera battery to charge she did the dishes out of boredom. After we were ready to go we headed to the Police station to take a picture of the horse, that proves we aren't crazy. After that it was a quick trip to Jo-Anne's to get all of the shit out of my car.

With that done we were off to my Mom's house to play in the park and eat delicious rubens. Mmm. so we drag my little sister Hope along with us, because we've been discussing the need for a Lackey for days now, and finally an opportunity knocked and we took that bitch! My sister proceeded to film and take pictures of us acting like complete morons. Because thats how we roll, down hills, in woods, in wood-chips.. We like rollin k?

We headed back to my moms to eat and help Van with his Math, gave up and left.
Got back here to the apartment and while Emily napped for two hours, I uploaded the pictures and movies. Heh. She woke up, freaked out and left.
Went to pick her up after I had packed all my laundry into bags, then headed to Walmart to get booze.
The lines were too long and there was a girl there wearing, and I wish I was making this up, a pair of Beige boy shorts, a jacket and snow boots. I wish I had my camera because it was just fucking funny.

We gave up on Walmart and went to Jewel where we got the small bottle of Jager. We then went and started my laundry. We snuck off to the bathroom, doing shots and passing the can of redbull around. We were drunk, kicking the door and moaning so they would think we were lesbians instead of two girls getting drunk in a bathroom.

Well the Jager ran out, so we trekked to the Gas station, singing dear prudence, which should have been a sign that we probably didn't need more. They appreciated the singing, but informed us there was no jager. We were sad, so we went back to jewel. lol. Singing to people in a gas station, we're nuts.

So more jager acquired and laundry now in dryers I went to the bathroom and leaned out calling, "Come to me Lova" And emily giggling as she stumbled over. We nearly killed the large bottle of Jager. It got to the point where we were having a conversation. If I was talking, she'd take a sip and then hand me the bottle and then it was her time to talk.

We ended up sitting on the bench passing the bottle back and forth like hobos.
Now, I designated myself as the "Correct door Pointer outer" so I told this guy and he said thanks, and before we left he gave us a candy bar. We don't understand it.

So all in all, it was a fucking brilliant night. And I can't wait to do it again, because that shit was tons of fun!

Fun at the part

Hope was our Lacky and camera girl. She did a wonderful job panning back and forth between our mayhem and chaos.









All in all it was a good day! I'm so tired that I don't want to move. :( Ever again.

A letter to a friend..

Dear Emily,
Over the last 40 or so years we've become tight. Like a tiger. And you know, if you weren't there when I hit that retarded cripple, I'd have lost my mind. And when you lost your leg in Nam? That was tough, but we got through it didn't we?
I mean we laugh a lot, and there's jokes. But at the end of the day I just want to thank you. Because I'd have died with out that fraction of your liver, and props for the kidney as well. I hope my Spleen treats you well. And maybe that whole "Glass Eye" Issue wont freak out your next boyfriend so much, huh?
I'll miss you, and if we were the huggin' type I'd be the syrup and you could be my waffle, because you're totally my dick in a box.

Mother Lover,
Jen

Last two days

Yesterday I didn't have to be at work until later, 4:30ish I believe, so Emily and I wandered around the square and ate lunch at Jenapeas.

It was a good time, and then I went to work. Which was an equally good time. Then I came home and went to bed. Only to wake up this afternoon to go to lunch with Em @ paneras before stopping at the bank and admitting I could put it off no longer, and started cleaning my room. My tragic mess of a room.

I leave in two weeks, and I honestly can not wait. I'm super excited and there is nothing I need more than to get away from the fuckery that is my life.
So today I'm doing my 90 loads of laundry, and as they come out of the dryer I'm putting them in the suitcase, and hopefully if they are in there they will remain safe and clean.

I only have two days off next week, Tuesday I am going to my dad's for my birthday dinner and then coming back to drink with Emily and have a packing party. She will be spending the night then we shall cause more chaos upon the town of woodstock all of wensday, in celebration of my 23rd birthday.

Ok, dryer is done, so I should get off my ass and do some more. I will return eventually.

Car rides, Rain and the best friend a girl could ask for

Emily and I made plans to go out tonight. I needed food and a bit of real company, before I started humping my tower demanding it dance with me.
I picked her up and we drove to the gas station before embarking on a journey of a lifetime.

Kidding, we just went to Dennys and probably do it like 4 times a month, but still. Dennys is a shitty national chain diner that is open 24 hours. It breeds non-conformists who conform by wearing X's clothing to be whatever X symbol they want to be. The irony of the patrons is enough to make me love it.

"John almost left me." I casually mention during the silence between "On a boat" and "Boom Boom" by the B.E.P. "Save it for Dennys, man." Is what I get before she cranks the music up. We're driving along Route 47, it's dark and raining. We're dancing and singing at the top of our lungs she she pauses, "I need your thoughts on something."
"Yea?" I asked and she popped in a CD. "I need to know what you think, because if you don't like it then I don't either."

I have a "Hearing for the first time" face when it comes to music. I Cock my head to the side, furrow my brow and focus on it all. Chords, melodies, vocal talent and the lyrics. "I don't know, it sounds like I should be drinking grog and dancing with the other locals in the village." I told her, "But agreed. His voice is hot."

We continued listening, "I don't like how he's trying to hit that low note, it's tricky but come on man, learn your range. Stick to it." and this is how the car ride went. Eventually I had to actually turn it down, "Did he honestly just sing *horribly cliched line?" while saying this, she screams the rest of the line, before turning it down again. "Man needed a rhyme, I can respect that." Note: Edited per Emily's request

We were still giggling over the cliche'd lyrics and commenting on the deep moments his songs held. We pulled into the parking lot and as I threw it into park I mused, "I think I'd like him more if he was more about everything, and less about love."
She then admitted she wanted to hit it, and we went to Dennys, thoughts of the CD gone as midnight dinner loomed ahead of it.

This is why Emily and I are friends. And why after 33 years we're as close as we were the first day in german class where I turned around in the middle of memorizing nouns and she suggest we ditch to get coffee. I quickly agreed and we bonded for life.

On the way home the CD of my dreams crapped out on me and the radio was our newest source of entertainment. Talking doesn't happen in my car, we sing and dance the darkness allowing for insanity to take control and for the first time in a few days, I'm having fun and it has nothing to do with boys or booze. It's about being comfortable and a friendship that grows stronger while Lady Gaga sings to us, "Because with love if it isn't rough it isn't fun." And us saying at the exact time, "I fucking LOVE that line."

Long post

I am fully aware that my blogging as been lax as of late. Nothing new has really happened. I can count on my hand the things that really go on in my life.
1.) Stay up either way too late or all night
2.) Think something about the roommate, good/bad doesn't matter
3.) Do something with Emily
4.) Go to Walmart and hate it
5.) Drink

Like I have a lot to say, I really do. But.. I really don't have anything interesting to say. I'm full of words, but when put together it's the same shit I did three weeks ago, just remixed.
Perhaps I need to start doing one thing differently everyday. Trying something new. A new way home, which I did and saved 10 minutes, a new food, a new drink, a new gas station.

I'm restless. I'm not very interesting.

But we'll continue on anyway, alright?

Today: I woke up at 11 and logged onto Mafa.org where I was greeted to a barrage of mails that I answered. I sat there for a good chunk of the day. Finally I realized I couldn't see my computer through the smoke cloud that had built up in my room, so I opened a window. I then realized my room was 900 degrees. I had body parts sticking to myself that should stick.

So I went and showered. After that Emily and I got in the car and went for a drive to Algonquin to eat Chinese. Which turned into Mexican. "We're on a completely different side of the world now!" I exclaimed as we sipped our goblets of beer.
On the way back we were rocking out in the car to "I'm on a boat" and then "Boom Boom Boom" and while at a light I started dancing. Not like "Buy me drinks I'm loose!" Dancing, more like "My god, is that girl alright? Honey, honey look at her, I think she's having an episode."

I finally stopped and waved at them. Happy to make someones night a bit brighter. Although looking back at it, Its odd that we wanted Chinese food to start with, I guess what we really wanted was to make some Chinese people really happy for a few moments, because Look at that, that girl is having a fit!

Yesterday was more or less the same. Except instead of Chinese or Mexican, we wanted Applebees. So we had some. It was good. I got drunk and had a blast being an asshole online. Alcohol isn't my crutch, being a complete jerkhole is! Alcohol just makes the crutch a bit more fun.

Oh yesterday I also drove to my moms. Don't remember why but got dinner for free, so rock on.

Day before that I'm pretty sure I was just drunk. I think I had decided it was my day off and 3pm was a completely appropriate time to pour a captain and diet. Not only did I pour weak ones, (You know, they'd knock a normal person flat on their ass! But not me!) but I drank slowly. I was still shitfaced when Emily and I went to Ihop, but thats neither here nor there. Ihop tastes better sober, by the way.

So those are my three days off, summed up for you right there. I know, my life is so thrilling even I'm getting goosebumps and I've already lived through it!
I work tomorrow night, for four hours. It's a shitty shift but I guess someone needs to do it. After three days off it's really hard to go back. And yet, I can't wait. Ive been trapped in this small room, smaller than the room at my moms, and yet Its been rather relaxing. That might just be because of the rum.

So there you have it, a blog entry to start off what we're all hoping is a surge of creative writing, so I can get back to doing what I love.
Talking about myself on a daily basis.

Cartoon of sorts.

Alex: The next Cubs Second baseman...Sorta

Today was a stunning day. It was beautiful outside and yet I sat in my room online and then cleaning. But I did enjoy some of the nice weather when I headed to Alex's baseball game with my sister and Emily my Niece.

As you can imagine, it was a hoot due to small children playing an organized sport. And I use the term "Organized" Loosely. Here are some pictures and videos of the game. And not to mention after the game where for ten minutes we hung out in the back yard.

Alex was all smiles as he stepped up to the plate. I think all the kids looked like bobble heads, which is funny as heck!











Alex didn't run, he shuffled. Far more interested in the cloud of dust he created than actually getting to base. Note the holding up of the helmet to see- They are all bobble heads!

Here is Alex Shuffling to first- And yes the demonic laughter is mine.

All in all it was a fun game and now I will spam this post with pictures and movies of the lovely evening I had!

Highschool

After nearly 5 years, Welcome back.

I hate fighting, but its always something that needs to be said. Just unfortunate that while looking out for my best friend, I lose her as well.
Matters not, her ignorance on things and then stating that I'm wrong was getting old.

AIM: The most effective way to fight.

sleepybored1186 (2:06:39 PM): got your IM

sleepybored1186 (2:36:11 PM): gotta say im pretty hurt....but if thats what you want...

sleepybored1186 (3:11:00 PM): quick question though- did you say anything to chris?

WickedYDork (3:13:48 PM): I don't have him on my IM and its your choice to tell him, not mine.

sleepybored1186 (3:14:08 PM): so you didnt say anything?

WickedYDork (3:14:29 PM): Why would I?

sleepybored1186 (3:14:37 PM): its a yes or no question

sleepybored1186 (3:14:57 PM): and i dont know- cause you're a bitch?

sleepybored1186 (3:15:03 PM): thats my guess for sure

sleepybored1186 (3:15:05 PM): bye man

WickedYDork (3:17:26 PM): Im a bitch because I don't want to sit around watching you destroy your life, then so be it. As I said last night you're a hypocrite and a bitch for doing it to him. But again, your choice your body. I just cant sit idly by giving advice you're going to ignore.

sleepybored1186 (3:18:29 PM): and you're a hypocrite....so is everyone else. you spent months in your basement drinking
sleepybored1186 (3:18:29 PM): but fine, your choice

sleepybored1186 (3:18:35 PM): again i say, bye mah

sleepybored1186 (3:18:37 PM): *man

WickedYDork (3:19:06 PM): But I never dragged people into my problems and issues and then ignored their advice and help.

sleepybored1186 (3:21:33 PM): oh, you didnt, huh?

sleepybored1186 (3:21:35 PM): lol

sleepybored1186 (3:21:36 PM): k

WickedYDork (4:23:10 PM): I love how through all of this all you care about is the fact that I could have told Chris. Which means you feel guilty since you don't want him to knwo. If it meant nothing you wouldn't give a shit.

WickedYDork (4:23:14 PM): Grow the fuck up, Emily

Tuesday

We woke up early to a lovely spring day outside and headed to Emily's house to pick her up before hitting the Starbucks for coffee, because lets be honest, I'm just not human until I've had some caffine.

After the Starbucks we got to Color me Mine, and for those of you who are unaware what that is, it's a place where you buy peices of unfinished pottery and then spend the afternoon painting them. It's so unbelievably relaxing that I think it's going to be my new therapy.

We all selected our pieces and sat down to some serious business. Which is what this is, serious business.
All in all we had a kick ass time, I painted two mugs while John painted one. Emily painted a mug and a picture frame. It costs a bit of money, but I think it was well worth it for a relaxing two hours of fun, and the massive mess we made but didn't have to clean up.



After we finished we realized we were all hungry as hell, so we headed to the diner Three brothers for some lunch. John and I split a sandwich that came with soup. It was very delicious, no doubt.

We dropped Emily off and headed home for the rest of the afternoon, playing Ravenhurt Manor until we were too tired to move. We passed out and said goodbye to yet another day.

Wednesday will be updated later, because John is now done sorting my laundry and is fully prepared to head off to my mom's.

Friendship

Maybe I'm selfish, but perhaps its time for that?

Emily and I made plans a few days ago to go to dinner tonight. She decided to get wasted last night and be hung over this morning. Which is fine, except she's drinking everyday. We worry that I'm an alcoholic, but she puts me to shame.
She bailed on the plans due to last night she got home and decided to fight with her boyfriend about nothing. So instead of me having an awesome fun night with my friend, I had a shitty night sitting at my computer thinking.

Thanks Emily, you know how much I love to think.

So I told her, until the drinking is no longer a problem I can't keep doing this. I look forward to things, and then when I'm told their not happening it's like someone telling me there's icecream only to tell me it's melted right before I get out the scoop. Or something like that.

These three days I have tried to fill my time up with activities, most of which have involved being at my parents house, where I am calm and rational. Where there are people to talk too and bother.
But tonight I'm stuck alone in my room with nothing but the voice in my head to keep me company.
Oh and the captain, which I will be pouring shortly.

Happy Birthday Emily M!

So my darling Niece who you have all seen, (Princess in training), Turned three the other week. And tonight we celebrated.
It was awesome.

I'd say more but I've been drinking. Which is how I deal with my emotions this time of year. I will explain more on the 31st. :D

Sup, Blog Readers!

I'm chillin' on the couch with Emily! Horrah for that, eh?
Yup. Canadian now. Only when on the couch though.

The rest of the recap! Horrah!

Sorry, I was going to do it last night but since it snowed here the drive home took me two hours instead of one. I was tired as fuck afterwards, but as promised I have an update for you with kitties! Horrah!

So Sunday I worked, I'm not sure how long or what I did exactly but I know I worked. I recall it not being that much fun to start with. But it got better, like when I got to go home.

Saturday we woke up at the ass crack of dawn to drive to my sisters house. Alex had his annual doctors checkup and I got the pleasure of babysitting Miss. Emily which was a riot. You know, with my two hour nap and all.

We started off the day by watching Madagascar 2. Emily was not awake yet and as you can see in the picture thrilled to bits for me to be there. "Mother, I will scream at you a thousand times for this torture!" is the caption I have given this picture. Poor girl was quite the sport at 7am.

So Madagascar was finished and Emily wanted to play dress up. John for some horrible reason (I think he hates children, to be honest) REFUSED THIS ADORABLE LITTLE GIRL!!!!

How dare he not put on a tiara and prance around having tea parties! Come now! He's excellent at them, he is British!

Emily decided that princesses do not wear pull ups and promptly sat down to change. This picture was just too cute not to share with the world. LOL.

I suggested that instead of me playing princess (Really enjoying sitting at 8am) I would be the photo person and she could have a fashion shoot. She loved the idea and started to pose.

Only problem with that is sometimes even princesses get distracted by whats on the TV....

Emily then realized she had no crown or tiara on and ran upstairs. We heard her talking to something/Someone and I called up to her, "OH! I'm Playing up here!" she yelled back. Adorable really. And then she graced us all with the entrance to end all entrances. I should take some pointers from her, honestly. She has this happy princess thing down pat.
We played princess for another half an hour or so, until she grew bored of it and then decided she had had enough.

She took off the dress and the tiara and came to sit on the couch with me. I was not done taking pictures though. She went with the "Ignore her and maybe she will go away" tactic. And boy howdy it worked. When she did not pay attention to me, I put the camera away. Smart girl, this one. She's also sitting behind my legs because I think she was cold. The poor girl. Life of a princess is very hard.
After we left my sisters house we headed off to do somethings. All of which I can't remember. I think it involved shopping for the ingredients to make lasagna and also to the pet place to see the...KITTIES!

And because John is sitting behind me and very hungry, I'm going to upload the pictures of the cats and call it a day.
The lone cat is Betsy, the one I want to adopt and bring home with me. The second one... Well its Kitty Heaven of course!