What a weekend. . .
Instead of recapping everything in detailed storytelling – I think I will share the tidbits of interest (things said, done, overheard, etc) and you can use logical reasoning or good ol' imagination to fill in the blanks.
Yea, a parade. . .and a water cannon. . . and bagels.
"Sorry to wake you up . . . I need to borrow some shorts and I don't know how to turn the light off"
This really is the best neighborhood bar ever. And Johnny is cool – in a weird sort of way. Plus, his wife just kissed me on my cheek. We are like family now.
'Goal! Goal! Goal!'
'Seriously, why do you keep slapping my a$$?'
'I just totally stole Vampire Weekend off your iTunes'
'Mom, I made it safe.'
"So, how do y'all know eachother?"
"Well, he and I met in jail, and they've been friends since they were kids."
'There goes Cool Dude! Damn, that guy is so awesome and smiley.'
"Even drunk I can play soccer better than all of y'all.. . . and I am so going to kick your ass."
'Jillian, you really are funny. *said with surprise*'
I am so stuck in the 90's – this band rocks!
Um, I am sure you should turn here. This looks really familiar. *laughing*
mile marker 175. . . mile marker 176. . .
"Do not call me Miss Cheshire Cat. And put those sunglasses back on."
Thanks to my uncontrollable fidginess, your baby boy is actually asleep and there is silence. Enjoy it!
"Seriously, can I take the red head little boy home to Nebraska? I'll be a good mother to him."
"Take two, there are plenty of kids around."
'It's okay, honey. *cringe*'
"I'm getting killed out there."
"No, baby, you are doing fine."
"What the f*@ was that?"
"Jillian, why would you say that?"
"Damn, you are hot!"
"Awww, you're so sweet."
"I hate all of you! . . . Okay, I really love y'all!"
"20 seconds? Is that even possible?. . . I was drunk when I said that, I'm sure."
"I thought he was gay. Otherwise I wouldn't have kept talking to him."
"Yes, the tattoo is real."
"Thanks for letting me crash"
Bloody Texas heat!
Hugs for everyone
"You're Irish. You should do the Irish goodbye."
Are you still here?
"I love you." *pause* *pause*
"I love you too"
I had to sleep with your husband -- I wanted cocoa babies.
Why do I keep putting the babies on the floor?
Where is the nanny?
I want those striped chairs in the library.
She looks just like me.
Give the gypsy bitch $5,000 -- i want a good mate.
End the date!
Hire a maid!
"Are you sure it isn't like when you thought I was a Nazi?"
"I am sure. He is a freak."
"I mean. . ."
"Listen to this voice mail."
LOL "yeah, he is a stalker freak."
My sleep pattern is all jacked up!