She: Why don’t you two just elope?

Me: hmm.

“True.  There’s safety in our numbers.  We screen for felons and marrieds.  Take your compatibility/profile test today!”

I saw this ad and thought, “Why take the fun out of it?”  I mean, what if you enjoy the thrill of being with a jailbird?  Why must you be left out of the dating pool?  I mean, it’s not as if there’s a box you can check for “Incarcerated” when you fill out your turn-offs and turn-ons, but what if you don’t mind playing that game of roulette?

Ah, now you don’t have to.  There’s personal sites for inmates and felons alike.  If you’re into that sort of thing.

I mean, they usually have an intimate knowledge of bondage and masochism practices.  Just sayin.

Holy shit, I just sat here and researched how to fill out a personal ad to find a felon.  Damn rainy days with nothing else to do.

I’m feelng very much like myself again.  I was playing around on MySpace today and thought, I need more pictures.  Cause, really, I do.  I like to have a good portfolio.  Not to sound like a wannabe model or anything, but I like to have a wide variety of pictures so people really understand what I look like.  I think my profile pic on this site is a bit misleading.  A very talented photographer took it, touched it up, and made it look as smooth as silk.  I’m sure I didn’t REALLY look that good.  So I thought, I’ll take this little disposable camera tonight and Bryan and I will shoot pics all evening.  Cause that’s an AWESOME evening.  And he’s really got a good eye.

BUT.. as the fates would have it.. he’s up at Lee.  AGAIN.  And I won’t see him till much later.  Another show, another hell week.  On another note, Sarah’s looking for a second job again..

My mother just told me that no one knows what she does.  She said this in response to my comment about washing the throw pillows.  She swears she washes them.  I doubt it.  But she says no one knows what she does.

That brought up a good point.  Just sayin’.

I’m over here, doing laundry today and generally mooching off of the well-stocked pantry of the elders.  Pretty sweet, I must say.  It’s a perfect day for laundry.. cloudy, windy, and raining off and on.  I’m loving it.  Mabel’s napping, after an exhausting day of running last night and getting a bath. 

Yesterday was LOVELY!!  Had too much fun.  The WildeChicks took over Fantasy Playhouse yesterday in celebration of Aardvark’s birthday.  Nothing we do is easy or routine or predictable, as the large, phallic candle just proves.  She was DEFINITELY surprised, though (celebrating three or four days early will do that to you), and everyone got to partake in the HUGE spider cake.  It was fun.

I’m going to wax poetic here for a moment.  Excuse it or keep reading, whatever.  There is no other time in the world that I feel more complete and awesome then when I’m around the gals.  Everyone sitting around that table is so talented in so many different areas, and we’re all smart and fantastic and loving and amazing.  Not to mention gorgeous.  God, we are ALL gorgeous.  I think other women just ooze with envy when we’re around. (Okay, wandering outside of ‘poetic’ and tip-toeing in ’sarcastic’.) But seriously, it’s nice.  And we all laugh.

We did miss E and Alicia, though.  I hope E is doing well and Alicia won her game.

The Boy won his game yesterday, racking up seven goals by himself.  He’s so incredibly quick; I nicknamed him Dash forever ago (from the Incredibles) just because I knew he liked the movie, but he justifies the title.

Yesterday, I noticed something.  I wasn’t sad.  Like, not even for a second.  I was mightily stressed out at some points, and tired, and exhausted, and frustrated.. but I was never sad.  Today’s a good day, too.  I think the Blue Period has passed.  And honestly, I think it took a trip to the haunted grounds and seeing the posted list to get past all of it.  Because instead of being sad, I laughed.  Heartily.

Jenni may get to go home today, for those keeping track.  I talked to her today for a good while and she is feeling much better.. not fantastic, but as good as one can feel after having a kidney stone blasted and having an antibiotic and potassium drip for two days.

Friday night is the TheatreHuntsville Awards.  Bryan is so excited about going.  I need to know.. how dressy is the gathering?