dayglow

Well, I really dont have to much to say today. I had a naughty night last night, but dont feel like airing my dirty laundry.
I am suppose to go to the bf's house tonight to grill out, hes gonna make steaks and were inviting some friends over. "Grilling out" seems like such a grown up thing to do. You know, its so American. Just picture it: Me and him with our arms around eachothers back standing by the steamy grill, with aprons on. His says kiss me, im the cook, and mine is red gingam print. He cooks the dripping red meat, while I make the potatoes, roles, and salad. He's got a miller light, and ive got a bud. Were laughing and talking with our friends about what so and so did last night at the bar. Our two puppys are running around the back yard, tearin up shit. It's 70 degrees in our big Texas backyard, and everything is perfect. Ahhhh.