The sickness is kicking my butt, so much so, that I am forgetting very important Cardinal games. Yes, very important. But luckily I had stepped out tonight to wish Kirsten a very happy 23rd birthday. Jenny informed me that she had gotten the tickets. Ohh so sweet. It’s like my own little surprise birthday.
Talking about surprises… I am getting a Weber. The grill; not the Illini coach. Tell you what, there will be some good eat’n at the apartment.
Well, I am sorry for the abbreviated post, but I must go to bed.
Does anyone know if we’re going out for Phil’s birthday this evening?
And why the hell didn’t Kirsten tell me her b-day was yesterday??? I would have come out! She made it out for my grad. party!!! Kirsten, if you read this, sorry girl! I’ll buy you a drink if I see you out this weekend!
Sorry Nat, I didn’t think to mention it. We talked about it in the parking lot at the theater but that might have been after you hit the road.
I haven’t heard anything about Philly’s birthday today, yet. I assume he will go out but where to is the question…
At work, when I have extra time, I look at shoes. I have at least 10 pairs shoes listed in my “favorates” that I plan on buying. (OK, maybe I’ll have to narrow it down a little by weeding a few out)
When Mr. Shoo has free time, he shops for grills.
I’ve never even used a grill. In real life.
There was really no point to that besides to point out that my shoes are more interesting than your gay man-grill.
^5 on the Weber. You’ll love it.
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