This lady spent hers running in the surf and swimming with her baby kangaroo friends. I spent mine cleaning up dog piss. I win!
Also, we went to the band lottery show where I proceeded to get wasted because I didn't have time to eat after cleaning the fryer after Mr. McSlore was kind enough to remove the dead bloated mouse from it's contents. Deee-lish wings for dinner? You don't say! Hey, why does this one taste like Mr. Jingles? I thought he was immortal. Waaaah!
Then we went golfing on Sunday and I shot 90. Yay! I have never shot 90 in April, NEVER. It's usually 120, or something in the general 30 handicap range (that I have grown to know very well).
THEN, I am surfing the web without the aid of baby roos and discover that a guy I dated eons ago is on TMZ cuz he beat his wife. That's funny. When we were together, I beat HIM. At everything. He was kinda not-exactly Mensa material.
So, THAT was my weekend. How was yours?
