Today’s my gorgeous sister’s 29th birthday and we’re, for some reason, doing what mom and hubbs want to do for her birthday (she just wants to stay home but instead she’ll be on the road all day to KC to go out to eat). But we blind sighted them and had her birthday the day before with a little ice cream and some white cupcakes (MUST be white, Yvonne and I are no respecters of chocolate cake).
Mike’s going for his first day at work at Breadeaux in Cameron, which is so weird but I think it’ll do him a ton of good. If he talks back to anyone, though, I’ll beat his ass. Seriously, he’ll have the weirdest death ever – the police will find him at the end of a Wendy’s drive-thru with his shoe laces tied together and his pants around his ankles, and one of those Ringu terror looks on his face.
Um, actually if he turns up missing, I never said that. In fact, you don’t even know me.