Playing Catch Up (Part Four)

When we got home the house wasn't a scene out of a horror movie. There wasn't even a lot of dishes left for me to do. The cats didn't hate us either, always a plus. I unpacked right away, I am guessing purely inspired by the three bowls we had just prior.

That night we decided to finally venture into the bar next door. After the prices of drinks in California, $3.25 was a welcome change. So... we ordered drinks and played pool. Progressive for me dangit. After a couple hours we headed home, with me with a head start. I wasn't willing to risk the bar bathroom especially given that they had just dragged a guy out of the men's room who had passed out in a very unflattering position. Tall would have gotten a picture but he was afraid of waking the guy up.

On a side note, the other day I finally got an MP3 player, just a one gig little thing but at least the hubby can stop complaining about my country music taking up room on his. I know this has nothing to do with anything but I'm listening to it right now so I just thought I would bring it up.

Alright, moving onto the juicy stuff that happened while we were gone:

Prissy moved out. The only thing more that I know about this is that they are no longer MySpace friends either. Oddly enough, they both moved us higher on their top friend's list. It's weird though, I caught a look at Hairy's phone on the way home from the airport and she is still his background picture. So out of the loop.

Hairy's roommate turned 21 and there was a party at Li'l Mama's. We've been told the party was for his birthday but I've seen the pictures. It was only Li'l Mama's friends, I didn't see one of Hairy's roommates friend's unless they were mutual. I kind of wonder if she simply threw a party because we were out of town, I really wouldn't put it past her. The weirdest part? Tall was there. Tall was at his ex's party. That's the weird part, the best part would have to be that the party got raided by the cops. It sounds like it was some sort of record here for the number of MIPs given out in one night. Li'l Mama was on the receiving end of one of those tickets. Ha!

Li'l Mama, Sassy and Tall are all MySpace buddies now. I don't seem to be the only one surprised. A couple of the party pictures on Li'l Mama's MySpace are of Tall, one with a comment from one of Li'l Mama's best friends basically asking "wtf?!" That and Tall and Sassy exchanged "Missing you." Heh, let's hope we don't go through some more back and forth with those two. One way or the other people, it's getting old.

Hairy's roommate bought a BB gun. Not by itself a bad thing, it's what he's doing with it that concerns me. The day we got home he took Ketchup up into the attic to shoot cans with it. What? For one, no one is supposed to be in the attic, it's actually supposed to be locked but cheap locks are easy to break into. It's a lawsuit waiting to happen. Completely unfinished, open beams, rusty nails. Not only do I not want the possibility of BBs coming through my ceiling but you step wrong and all of a sudden there is going to be a foot hanging through, we've seen the results of it in another apartment. I bitched to Hairy about it, he said he would talk to his roommate about it because he didn't like the sound of it either. I would rather the landlord not find out about this because no one needs to get in trouble, but seriously if it happens again, I don't see any other alternative. It's just a bad idea all around.

Tall apparently stopped by the building a lot while we were gone. He hung out with Li'l Mama, Hairy and Ketchup. Should we be offended? Since he turned 21 we have barely seen him, we go out of town and he shows up? Pfft.

Li'l Mama was the first to post a picture comment to our vacation pictures on MySpace. I just don't get that girl, and really I'm not sure I want to. She is leaving town for vacation on the fourth of July, even better actually, she is leaving the country. I think we should throw a party, ha!

I couldn't believe it Tuesday when we got home from a trip to Big Lots. Our Bum was sitting on the deck waiting for us. It's been almost a year. I opened my door and yelled, "are you kidding me?" He laughed and said nope. Seems like he was in the area because he was at the hospital. He woke up the other day with a deflated lung. Fun, huh? This is the same guy who coughed his eye out during a hit.

It was great to see him. I told him about the fifteen year old boys in Iowa that think I'm cool, he said "you are cool ____," awww. He brought us a bubbler as a "please don't hate me for being gone for so long" gift. Believe me, we couldn't hate him. He's the adopted child (who's older then me) that I never knew I wanted. He's that dirty stray that you just can't turn away.

He always shows up when he is having trouble with his girlfriend Poor Me. We're his safe haven from her. I asked him before he left if it would be another year. He said probably not. I'll hold him to it dammit.

Alright, so that's it for now. I am all typed out and for the moment I can't think of anything else to say on the above topics. Thanks to that morning wake and bake I am hungry so off I go to hunt and gather.

Later!