Short

Slap on the wrist for not writing more. I blame the following: having a life for part of this weekend, Cincinnati hunting, lethargy, and having Moxy sit on my lap for an hour straight last night (so I suppose my not wanting to move her also played a role in the not writing). Like I said last week, I'm very excited about Cincinnati but am a tad overwhelmed with answering all the questions it brings up. Enough about that for now, because (a) I don't really care to go into it and (b) Everything will work out itself soon enough.

Weekend was for the most part fantastic. We took Tim out to dinner on Friday night to celebrate and I learned that drinking three margaritas so rapidly was probably not my greatest idea. Actually, I'm not sure if it was three margaritas - Might have been more, might have been less - I kept adding some to my glass following the second one. Anyway, it was tasty good and I wasn't too obnoxious (I hope). I've decided that Sarah is my ultimate Cranium wing man. She is practically psychic about the answers (example - guesses "watermelon" from a half drawn circle). She also managed to get us to guess "tofu" in charades, which I find very impressive. I've also decided that "Saved by the Bell" is perhaps one of the most difficult phrases to have during charades. Poor Jason. Third lesson is that Tim gets overly upset when his answer is not picked for "Apples to Apples". Weirdly upset, but in a fun way, if that makes absolutely any sense.

This is short because I got cut off at work, forgot to write last night and was trying not too go too long without writing. And there you have it. I need to go to work. Well, actually put some pants on first, then work.