(supplemented with pictures from our dinner at Matt and Kelly's house)
I am officially the laziest person on the planet. I am sitting here looking at dust in my house and doing nothing about it. Well, I'm a bit grossed out by it, but that's all I'm doing. It's not enough to get me off the couch or anything.
Look at this plate of food I had last night:
And in case you are wondering, yes I ate it all. (Okay, I didn't eat the lamb, but I did try it. I'm just not much of a lamb eater.)
I watched 10 minutes of an old "Charlie's Angels" episode last night. I used to love that show as a kid. But oh man! It was so bad. Bosley argued with a chicken girl that he wanted BREASTS not legs. He must have said BREASTS about ten times. Innuendo Much?
I think, no, I'm SURE that I was the only person at the dinner party last night who watched ten minutes of Charlie's Angels yesterday.
That HeelTastic commercial is grossing me out more and more. That old lady's heels are enough to make me bring up a little bit of sick.
It's painfully obvious that I'm watching too much TV of late.
Meet Huxley, my little (!) friend from the dinner: (so nice, you get it twice!)
Yes. I snuck him a piece of chicken.
Speaking of chicken, Kelly made a Guinness chicken. I don't know the recipe, but it involved sticking a can of Guinness Beer up the chicken's rear end? It was quite tasty. I've never made a whole chicken before. The bones intimidate me.
Knock on Wood: Bailey hasn't pooped in the bathtub for about 24 hours now.
Apparently I had a good hair day yesterday. I received many nice compliments. I'm not very gracious with accepting compliments. I'm much better at getting teased.
My floors need to be mopped too.
Matt's mom was in town from England. Kelly's mom was here from Georgetown, SC. I think I've seen Matt's mom more times than I've seen Kelly's mom. I find that ironic.
Matt, Kelly and I all have the same hairdresser.
In case you hadn't figured it out yet, my weekend was pretty boring.
At least I didn't get into a fist fight with oven mitts.