Don't do anything exciting

...for the rest of this week. I'm heading out to SLC in just a few hours so you better all be a big bunch of snooze-bags while I'm gone. I'll check in here and there (hopefully), but I won't stalk ya'll like I do on any normal given day. :)

By the way, I GOT TO MEET HAYLEY....nah nah nah nah naaaah nah. It's true. She's just as awesome in person just as she is in the blog-underground. I just have to address a few points she made in her blog...
1. I could have been a gargantuan, hairy 65 year old dude named pat, blogging away in my mother's smoke and cat filled basement in a sweaty tank top and shorty-shorts, as far as most of these readers were concerned, so thanks. Thanks for blowing my cover :)
2. I have indeed met many a twinkie, it's just that I was wearing black, and it's, well, slimming, frankly. Sunday is not a fair day to judge me by. It's truly the ONLY day that I am guaranteed to gussy up this ole' show pony and take her for a spin. You caught me right after church so I was indeed all girl-i-fied. Not normally the case. Hey, you saw my camel-toe sweats. That's usually as good as it gets, and, a , sorry you and Holly had to stamp that into your mind's camera. my bad.

Hayley and Holly dropped off cookies (thanks again by the way...yum-o), compared birdie fingers for a few minutes on my front lawn, and they were on their way. Thanks for stopping by ladies. you made my day. :) It makes me want to meet all ya'll! Maybe someday...
be good while I'm away. remeber who you are, return with honor...blah blah blah...
buh bye.