Distracted

SO! Hi there! I am horribly distracted and spent most of my available time commenting on my dear Doppelganger's blog so bare with me as I ramble while doing six other things at the same time.

Yesterday was Tall's twenty first birthday so all we have heard from him is a few drunken texts as to be expected. Now he wants to go to the bar next door and play pool. Really, if it gets him to stop by more often I'm fine with it. However I have not played pool since like freshman year in high school and even then I pretty much sucked.

On a disgusting note, the hubby had to take Ketchup to the emergency room the other day to get a lump on his chest drained. Great, huh? I was irritated because the hubby said he was planning on just dropping him off there, but instead basically stayed and held Ketchup's hand through the whole thing leaving me sitting home alone for an extra two hours. It was the first time in a long time I had a drink alone... well, two drinks. Forgive me for thinking that a guy who has been through a heart attack can handle himself to have an infected zit treated. Oh well. Since then I have really decided that Ketchup should no longer wander around my apartment without a shirt on. It is... less then appealing, especially given recent circumstances. Hairy bastard.

Speaking of hairy bastards... Hairy stopped by last night. We gave him a hit and a beer and he ended up staying until two thirty in the morning playing Call of Duty 4. I love that guy sometimes. (Not to be too insulting to his girlfriend Prissy, but those "sometimes" are typically when she's not around.)

Alright, onto the most important topic of my post, my birthday! A step closer to thirty but I am really trying to ignore that part of it. The hubby got a four day weekend just for me, next Monday through Thursday, Thursday being my birthday. We were thinking a late night barbeque and blue margaritas on Wednesday. (Tarantula has a blue margarita mix, and it's actually cheap!) Tall is already game. Low key and cheap, that's my kind of party.

About twenty days until we leave for California, yay! I can't wait! I'm starting to get nervous, I always get nervous before I travel. I don't do it nearly enough. The last time I was on a plane was about eight and a half years ago. Weird.

This is just how distracted I've let myself become... I'm sitting here with a nail file cleaning out cat fur from my keyboard. Yeah... I had better go.

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