If all goes well ...

... meaning I don't bust my ass and break something else tonight, Josh and I will be traveling to the Biggest Little City in the World tomorrow.


I've got a surprise lined up for Josh --


so don't tell him. It's a surprise. (If he comes home with a nasty rash, though, it won't be my fault.)


I plan on using my crutches to their fullest potential in the hotel. I won't be able to join him at the nightclub, where I'm sure he'll be douchebagging it to his finest while I gamble at the penny slot machines with the meemaws and peepaws and their oxygen machines (win win).

Also, our hotel reservations include a "spa treatment," and it totally sucks that I can't get a massage with my stupid cast. I've opted for a facial instead to go with my gorgeous new smile.

The wishbone.

Her wish is way sweeter than mine would have been
(which would have included the slot machines in Reno tomorrow).

Also, I think I've completed my second NaBloPoMo event, so congrats to me! I have to thank my mom for busting my chops several times at 10 p.m. when I hadn't posted anything, though. It was like when I was a kid and hadn't done my homework...

Blog Tagged.

I have been tagged by Songbird.


The Rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog (this is what you are now reading).
3. List 6 random things about yourself.
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.

Six random things about me:

1. My first date with Bill was in Barbados. The island. At a beachside French restaurant. He ordered lobster, I had red snapper and we drank merlot. Most romantic date EVER. Yeah, you wish you were me.

2. I was 85% sure BooBerry was a boy. If so, her name would have been Noah Michael. The middle name was for Bill's best friend who had a heart attack at the age of 30 and passed away two weeks before Boo was born. We opted not to find out the sex of the baby and it made it so much fun! (Not that I would know what to do with a boy... he'd be the gayest little thing ever in his Janie and Jack lederhosen.)

3. There are 5 foods I wouldn't eat even if they were a reward on "Survivor": beets, yams/sweet potatoes, White Castles, meatloaf and raisins. Five kinds of nasty right there.

4. I want a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, but Bill says we're at our "pet maximum" in the house. I disagree. I could totally become crazy cat lady. (Also, who told Bill he's in charge of me?)

5. I love sushi -- but only the fish kind. No eel, octopus, shrimp, shark or cat. I'm probably going to get food poisioning and die someday. Guess I'd deserve it for eating raw fish.

6. I have a secret stash of about 200 original Beanie Babies in several foot lockers in the basement. It was my obsession in the 1990s. I don't even want to think about how much money we spent on those. (Don't judge. I don't mention the spoon collection or Hardee's Smurf glasses collection I bet some of you have it YOUR basements.)


I'm Tagging:

1 & 2. The newly engaged Charmed and Dunnski.

3. The very pregnant Maria G.

4. Everybody's favorite snack cake, even though she'll probably never see it...

5. Crazee Magnet, because his stories never cease to amaze me (grilled cheese + booze + room service = epic fail). If you're not reading his blog, you should be. ((cue Yoda voice)) You should be.

UPDATE: I stand corrected. Crazee has posted the full account of his BLT story here. It's a Mandyland MUST READ, just like Oprah has her f*cking favorite books.

6. An old friend who let me crash on her couch during Rush Week when I was a Rho Chi (rush counselor). I've never forgotten that, K!

Asshole.

I know I've got to go to bed but I've been sucked in by Lifetime's airing of "The Thorn Birds" which I've probably seen in whole a dozen times.

Richard Chamberlain does play a convincing straight priest, though.

Black Friday + Broken Foot - Crutches = Bad Idea.

Started out at 5:45 a.m. Hit Wal-Mart first, figuring since they opened at 5 a.m., the greatest rush would be over. I managed to pick up the My Size Barbie BooBerry doesn't need, plus a copy of 101 Dalmations (I'm not sure if we have it -- I'll have to have Bill go digging in DVD Land to see).

The checkout line was PACKED -- about -10 people deep (amateurs), so I snuck into the jewelry department and breezed right through.

Then headed to the mall and found a handicapped parking space. I hit the Disney Store first and got a sweatshirt for me, a small art kit for BooBerry, wrapping paper and a cape all for $35 (they had 20% off until 10 a.m. -- score!)

Then I stumbled over to Bath and Body Works and traffic was picking up a bit. I somehow spent $119 but got, like, $300 in shit I don't need. BUT, I picked up Bill's Nana's gift, so it wasn't all me.

By now, I was beginning to regret leaving my crutches in the car. I limped down to Old Navy and got a new velour sweatshirt (I'm living in them with my bad foot & crutches) and an argyle sweater for the dog.

Thanks for the sweater, Mom!

By now, my foot was starting to THROB. I had one last stop to make, and of course it was at the farthest wing of the mall. I managed to struggle down there under my packages and bought facewash for Bill & I.

I had a LOT of trouble getting back to the car. I could literally FEEL the break in my foot -- the two slices of bone. Pretty painful.

Still, I was home by 8:15 a.m. with a large bag of McDonald's sustenance for breakfast, and was back in bed by 10:15 a.m. I completely TORE UP my foot, but hey -- the dog got a sweater, so it wasn't completely for naught.

One Big Thanksgiving Turkey.

Happy Thanksgiving!

We were supposed to go to my brother's house today for Thanksgiving dinner, but my nephew has come down with a particularly nasty case of croup which is pretty contageous to little kids (i.e., Bella). My wonderful parents opted out of dinner at his house to put on an impromtu Thanksgiving feast at their house for us.

Bill's currently in the kitchen making his super fabulous dressing balls while I have my foot propped up with coffee and the Black Friday ads waiting for me. I'm hoping to be able to hit up a few stores tomorrow, depending on how my broken paw feels. I'm able to get around a little better and don't need the crutches quite so much anymore.

Anyway, I hope your breasts are bountiful, your dressing, well, dressingful and your family happy and healthy*.




* This non-snarky post brought to you by Mellow Mandy -- not to be confused with MegaBitch Mandy, who will show up tomorrow as she attempts to beat hobags down at Target for cheap shit BooBerry doesn't need.