As if I don't get around enough...
I'm in Florida this week, visiting my guy's parents. Yeah. Eating all sorts of weird things, and I don't have the heart to tell you what (some of them involve that unwholesome bitch Betty Crocker--forgive me).
So I come down here and I'm the pale girl. No, I did not go to the beach. Or a pool. Or the aquarium in Tampa. I did see a little blue heron. I caught a tree frog. Saw several geckos and hundreds of egrets. Caught a few good thunderstorms and a few good naps. Went to the mall and didn't buy anything.
Told my boyfriend's mother what santorum is--during lunch. What was I thinking?
All in all, a strange trip, but I got to hold a tree frog. Life is good.
I'm in Florida this week, visiting my guy's parents. Yeah. Eating all sorts of weird things, and I don't have the heart to tell you what (some of them involve that unwholesome bitch Betty Crocker--forgive me).
So I come down here and I'm the pale girl. No, I did not go to the beach. Or a pool. Or the aquarium in Tampa. I did see a little blue heron. I caught a tree frog. Saw several geckos and hundreds of egrets. Caught a few good thunderstorms and a few good naps. Went to the mall and didn't buy anything.
Told my boyfriend's mother what santorum is--during lunch. What was I thinking?
All in all, a strange trip, but I got to hold a tree frog. Life is good.
one of my news anchors asked me what it was during a commerical break. as soon as we cut back to live and on the air - she still had an utter look of disgust on her face.
i was laughing so hard in my head that i was afraid i was going to inturupt the newscast with my brainwaves of hilari-osity.