That was a play on the song One Night in Bankok, if you missed it. *eyeroll*. It's not nearly as funny when I have to walk you through the joke. : ) I'm just kidding. All my brilliant friends got that one right away, I know. : )
I just had the best weekend ever. Okay, maybe not EVER EVER, but it was pretty damned good. Saturday I got Cullen time, which we both desperately needed. I haven't seen him that family starved in a very long time. Nicki starved, maybe? We went shopping and out to eat. BTW, I'm not really a visual girl, but seeing him try jeans on, WOW. My husband has a fabulous body. I was surprised to find myself eyeing him like a vulture would be some dead, bloody meat that hasn't started rotting yet. HAHAHAHAHAHHA! I'm so gross.
Then Sat night, Favorite Neighbors came over to hang out, which is like WAY good for me. I mean, to be surrounded by kids all week, and all the have-to's and the need-to's...to just sit and hang out with some fabulous adults is like hitting the jackpot in Nickiland. DING DING DING DING! (DONG!)<----*snicker*
THEN Sunday I got to see Rose (aka The Hot Sibling) and get the scoop on househunting in Marshall, and DAMN I'm excited. It's going to be such a blast when they get here. I can NOT wait!!!!! AND THEN, People, we left the kids at mom's, Danny and Deb (heart heart heart) came and got us and we went to the casino for the night.
Casinos have some really interesting energy. It's fun/sad to people watch there. There are really only 2 catagories of people- or maybe 3. First catagory is the Non Gamblers, like us. We do that once a year, maybe twice. We don't go overboard, we usually donate, and if we win, we leave immediately. Second catagory are peeps like Dan and Deb....the people who spend alot more than they should at casinos, but somehow manage to hold down jobs and have normal lives. They aren't icky to look at, they are not drunks, they are not chain smoking, drinking, old bags sitting at machines for 26 hours a time, ya know? Then...there are the 3rd catagory...the people i just called out...the icky girls with cigs hanging out of their mouths, towing their 3 kids through the casino to the child care.....or the people who are homeless and hang there becuase it's warm or what have you. The people who are $120,000 in the hole because they keep finding ways to get more money so they can win it all back.
But it was SUPERFUN. I love the noises (for 2 hours at a time), I love the lights, I love the HOPE. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the food. I ate so much crab last night that I'm starting to itch. (waiting for the rimshot.....where *is* it?) And I LOVE LOVE LOVE Danny and Deb. They are just the bestest ever.
I have been nervous because I think that everyone that I really love knows about my secret mission to lose weight via organ donation (haha) but I hadn't told them yet. Danny, because I love him so much, has some power (that I've given him, of course) to hurt my feelings. There are other people that I love who have that same power, who may have hurt my feelings, but I could roll with it. Danny happens to also be Cullen's boss. Danny LOVES me, this I know (for the Bible tells me so...) but he can be a dink sometimes, and he was a dink about Cullen taking time off when I had the hysterectomy. I don't know why...he had a friend who'd had it a month earlier and she only took 3 days off of work herself before she was back, so I don't know if he thought I was milkin it or what, but he was a jackass (my perception). Cullen (!!!!) is planning on taking a week off (I will continue to plan as if he's not though, don't worry!), and I don't know..I was just nervous. My husband STEPPED UP and did it for me!!!! On the way home, as Danny was giving me hell and telling me to focus, and making fun of me as normal, Cullen says "What will we do with her when she's recovering from surgery?" or something like that. Deb says "what surgery?" Cullen says "She told you about her kidney donation plans, didn't she?" Blah blah blah...Deb did say "I think I remember something about that from a long time ago." and we talked about it like normal. He didn't give me shit at ALL!!!! WHOOO HOOO!!! I keep winning! DING! DING! DING! DING! (insert your dong here.) (HOLY CRAP!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT! FUNNY!) His brother died of complications of diabetes, and his kidney's were bad, so maybe Danny gets it a little bit. That's what I get for presuming anything.
And now I'm home in a quiet house, contemplating naptime/running. :) We'll see which wins out. I haven't heard back from my nurse yet, but I'm not sure they are working today, so maybe tomorrow I'll hear a general idea of when surgery will be? Won't that be the funnest ever???????? Can you even imagine what I'll be like when I have a date? I can't either, and I'm me, pretty sad.
Happy Monday. Short weeks rock.
XOXOX
The Tooty Princess (do you WANT to know? I'll tell you! After dinner, we were in our room with D + D, playing cards and all of them were rippin butt. It was ridiculous. I insisted on calling Cullen "Colin", and at one point asked him "Colin, is that a pickle in your pocket?" and before I knew what hit me, he jumped on my bed, pounced on me, and tickled me til my butt begged him to stop. Hence...The Tooty Princess was born. You should know better than to ask by now!)
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