So things happened this weekend. I poured Xtina a big shot of 75 year old bourbon and I think she got drunk. I discovered Kevin doesn’t know how to cook which he should learn to do if only because cooking is fun. Becky left me with a vision of a tattoo on Peter’s, uh, lower hip area: a Baby Phat font glitter panther tattoo. Kittens crawled all over me. We saw Fantastic Mr. Fox which was fantastic. We made really good chili.
And I got hit in the head by a flying squirrel.
Yeah. That happened.
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The bourbon wasn't 75 years old. Aside from that, all of those things happened. I had a good weekend with no incidences involving flying squirrels.
kittens crawled & suckled.
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