To make it easier for myself, I'm going to start thursday night: I can't remember thursday night. Hold on.
Okay. My sister came over, and we farted about the house. Well, I farted around near the computer, and who knows where everyone else was. She came to bed around 10 or so, but I managed to get her interest in crocheting sparked, so she sat in here and let me roam the computer. Around midnight, we were both tired, and she decided to go to sleep.
After about ten minutes, I crawled ontop/over her and fell asleep until about 2 in the morning. I woke up, and everything was still on and running. I went to my own bed.
Friday morning, when I could have slept until 11, I was awoken at 7 am. My sister crawled into bed with me in her cold, cold clothes (she had just started her car in the minus fifty morning weather and I was in a beater and boxers). She then went to her appointment while I got ready, came home, and then went on my computer because I'm on this one. We chatted. She was 20 feet away. We went to the craft store. By 9, we were sitting in the family room, me in front of the stove of course, knitting and crocheting and watching the old cartoons (remember Snagglepuss and Yogi Bear and Top Cat?). It was wonderful. Why can't all my nights/mornings be like that? Everytime?
I ended up not having to go into work. Until three. I was kind of pissed. I worked, came home, to find my sister trying to cook and her boyfriend passed out on our couch. My parents went out to eat. Sister and hubby got into arguement, sister managed to pull stick out of her ass for once, got better. They took the cat home.
Saturday morning, while I was at work, my sister called to say that if we really wanted Jesse for keeps, we could have him. Later that day, she called back, changing her mind, she'd miss him far too much, but it is her cat, so, mehf. But that's okay, because I'll see him again sometime
. My father seems really down about that, though. But he wants Jesse, not another cat. 
Saturday night, I went to a little get-together at my friend Saras house. When I arrived, they were playing Scrabble, which I sabotaged by stealing letters and writing naughty things on the board. They had cray paper out. I made myself a 'costume'. I told them next time if they had tape there, so I didn't have to tie it and not too tightly (the paper would rip and then paper would fall and expose things), I'd get naked to do the costume so it would look alot better/fitted. Being in baggy clothes and trying to have paper go between your thighs to 'cover up' isn't that sexy. I looked like a parachutist without a parachute. So, I'll have pictures of that soon. We watched Shrek 2, and then they put in Finding Nemo. I fell asleep, because there were 5 of us huddled on a small, deep loveseat/couch thingy. Four women and one guy. None of us could get up, because our hips were in such a way that the fit was exactly perfect. Even poor Brett had a hard time getting up. Hips = puzzle pieces?
I woke up, and came home, did I write that last entry? I can't remember. Today, I had to work: no snow. But that's good, I got six more hours in. $36 more dollars, woohoo .
I'm sure there are many other things I wanted to put in here, but I can't remember. I have all of tomorrow to myself. I could try and stay up all night to watch the sunrise.
What the fuck else am I forgetting?
Okay. My sister came over, and we farted about the house. Well, I farted around near the computer, and who knows where everyone else was. She came to bed around 10 or so, but I managed to get her interest in crocheting sparked, so she sat in here and let me roam the computer. Around midnight, we were both tired, and she decided to go to sleep.
After about ten minutes, I crawled ontop/over her and fell asleep until about 2 in the morning. I woke up, and everything was still on and running. I went to my own bed.
Friday morning, when I could have slept until 11, I was awoken at 7 am. My sister crawled into bed with me in her cold, cold clothes (she had just started her car in the minus fifty morning weather and I was in a beater and boxers). She then went to her appointment while I got ready, came home, and then went on my computer because I'm on this one. We chatted. She was 20 feet away.
We went to the craft store. By 9, we were sitting in the family room, me in front of the stove of course, knitting and crocheting and watching the old cartoons (remember Snagglepuss and Yogi Bear and Top Cat?). It was wonderful. Why can't all my nights/mornings be like that? Everytime?
I ended up not having to go into work. Until three. I was kind of pissed. I worked, came home, to find my sister trying to cook and her boyfriend passed out on our couch. My parents went out to eat. Sister and hubby got into arguement, sister managed to pull stick out of her ass for once, got better. They took the cat home.
Saturday morning, while I was at work, my sister called to say that if we really wanted Jesse for keeps, we could have him. Later that day, she called back, changing her mind, she'd miss him far too much, but it is her cat, so, mehf. But that's okay, because I'll see him again sometime
. My father seems really down about that, though. But he wants Jesse, not another cat.
Saturday night, I went to a little get-together at my friend Saras house. When I arrived, they were playing Scrabble, which I sabotaged by stealing letters and writing naughty things on the board. They had cray paper out. I made myself a 'costume'. I told them next time if they had tape there, so I didn't have to tie it and not too tightly (the paper would rip and then paper would fall and expose things), I'd get naked to do the costume so it would look alot better/fitted. Being in baggy clothes and trying to have paper go between your thighs to 'cover up' isn't that sexy. I looked like a parachutist without a parachute. So, I'll have pictures of that soon. We watched Shrek 2, and then they put in Finding Nemo. I fell asleep, because there were 5 of us huddled on a small, deep loveseat/couch thingy. Four women and one guy. None of us could get up, because our hips were in such a way that the fit was exactly perfect. Even poor Brett had a hard time getting up. Hips = puzzle pieces?
I woke up, and came home, did I write that last entry? I can't remember. Today, I had to work: no snow. But that's good, I got six more hours in. $36 more dollars, woohoo
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I'm sure there are many other things I wanted to put in here, but I can't remember. I have all of tomorrow to myself. I could try and stay up all night to watch the sunrise.
What the fuck else am I forgetting?
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i want to see pictures of this 'costume'