Such a Nice Night
Eric and I went bowling out in Romeoville today with a couple of friends. For those of you not in the know, Romeoville has a few gas stations, a few hotel chains, and a whole lotta nothing. And strangely, it took FOREVER to find the place.
I just thought I would share with you all some facts that are to little to have their own blog posts. As well as a picture of the sunset taken from my balcony.
Jason Buckaroo’s porn name is Dick Dastardly, the Fuckaroo.
Ericka’s nickname, whether she goes into porn or not, is Ericka – The Sexual Chocolate.
My nickname is still She-Bear. Should I feel left out I do not have a work-inappropriate-overtly-sexual name?
I need new sheets. Some nice cotton ones. Just as soon as that stimulus check comes…
Brett Farve is COMING OUT OF RETIREMENT. I know this is old news by now. BUT FOR SERIOUS? OH HECK YES. And as much as I would like him in Chicago, the Vikings should get him. And screw the Packers for filing charges against the Vikings for trying to recruit Farve. DO YOU HEAR ME PACKERS? YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF.
FYI: Brett Farve is the only man I would cheat on Eric with. I have a serious NFL-sized crush on the man. It’s ok though, Eric knows this. And he said that if I ever cheat on him with Farve, he gets Jessica Alba. And that’s ok since we are living in a fantasy world filled with unicorns and magic and screwing attractive people who, in real life, would have nothing to do with us.
I joined a new church. They sent me lemonade in the mail. I joined the GREATEST CHURCH EVER. Jesus AND free lemonade? SOMEONE SIGN ME UP RIGHT NOW!
Eric did something VERY nice for me today, but I cannot talk about it yet (sorry for all the secrecy!) because it hasn’t come to fruition yet. But it is the greatest gift a gal could ask for!
It is now 8:40 p.m. CST, the sun has finally gone down, and I am going to sleep now. Hope you all had an exciting day too!




The only difference is, you COULD pass for Jessica Alba but Eric couldn’t pass for Brett. Eric looks like Jesus, only Republican.
Hootie, stop inflating my self-worth, you crazy woman.