i want to do something monumental tonight.
like finish all the laundry that has accumulated in the basement.
or maybe eat a pound of bacon myself.
or paint a bookshelf.
or slay a mythical beast (preferably before eating the bacon as to avoid a stomach ache).
or create some sort of feast fit for a king.
or make an exact replica of mac out of cupcakes and skittles.
or watch every episode ever of true blood.
but we all know none of that will happen. i’m just going to go to the gym, go home and shower my stink ass, and lay on the couch like a piece of shit.
which isn’t unlike any other night of my life.
but yesterday i made these guys:
oh, and i did make two pounds of bacon. so at least there’s that. BUT, i didn’t put bacon in either of the above things. which i wanted to do but then shitler was all “absolutely not” and that right there is the exact reason his name is “shitler.” and i did go to the store yesterday and that in and of itself is a win because i at least left the house. and as i was leaving shitler yelled “don’t even think about coming home without muffins and ice cream!” whatever.
but other than getting bitch slapped by the vodka on saturday – the weekend was average. i like to measure the delightfulness of my weekend based on amount of money spent v. how much fun was actually had v. how craptastic i feel on sunday v. whether or not i have a residual hangover on monday.
all in all – i’d chalk this weekend up to a win.
and lastly – how can you not take a picture of hairy cleavage? lord knows i can’t resist.
happy hairy cleavage monday from me (and shitler) to you.