Last night, Tristan and I went to see Dune at the Egyptian Theater. Nothing really says ‘fantastic evening’ better than Captain Picard riding a sandworm while guitars wail in the background, and I dare you to tell me otherwise.
I wanna put my tender…banana….in a blender
I finally got my blender yesterday! I broke it in this morning, making a slushy alcohol beveragehealthy smoothie. It could be nice, getting up early enough to make a breakfast of sorts and giving myself some time to get ready for work as opposed to the typical ‘hit snooze until I have to rush around in a cyclone of despair, all the while shouting ‘where are my goddamned keys?!?’ and arriving to work looking like a homeless person’ thing I normally do. In my defense, 6am tended to pack more of a punch until just recently, when the sun decided to join the party.
Crazy…dog lady?
What does it mean when I am preparing a meal and look over at Napoleon (who is VERY hopefully awaiting The Treat That Will Never Come with large eyes and waggling tail) and my automatic first response is “I see you baby! Shakin’ that ass! Shakin’ that ass!”?