I bought myself a winter coat this weekend.
I named her Martha, although they call her Caroline, and she does.not.mess.around. We are going to snuggle all winter and really piss people off in crowded spaces as I apologize for “My friend, Martha” knocking over their beer.
It snowed a little, but it didn’t stick which made me sad. If I am going to have to brave winter in the frozen tundra, it should at least look magical. The puppies were really confused and just stood outside and stared at the sky. They looked even dumber/cuter than usual.
Urban Daddy and 312 Dining Diva agreed with me about this, obviously.
I am going to this next Saturday with a girl people call Diesel. If you were planning on interacting with me any time that day, I would reconsider, unless you too are beginning a bar crawl at 10:00 am.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knRzzQjzK3o[/youtube]
I found this blog yesterday, and I don’t know what I ever did without it. She cusses as much out loud as I do in my head, and just really seems like a good time all round. I want to go to there.
Finally:
Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas is a singing voice that matches up with my grandiose disillusions of what I think I sound like. Pete and the puppies would like that too. Three birds with one stone. YOU are welcome.
xoxo,
Bailey
