What the hell should I blog about?

I got nothin, so I'll bore you with my day to day shit.

Um...Oooh, I know! I finally got that treadmill that I have been wishing for, for like two freakin years! I decided to suck it up and to Sears it up. Thank you, Sears, for equal payment plans. I love me some Sears.

So on Saturday we borrowed a truck to go pick up the beast. I was kinda proud of myself for helping Christian get it in the house. It weighs a shit ton, peeps.

After we dropped it on the living room floor, we took advantage of the truck and had a date at the city dump (ew, not that kind of date you dirties.). Nothin says lovin like tossing vacuums and windows in the trash, I tell ya.

Then........go away if you're bored.......Christian assembled the machine while I tossed most of his shit out clean up the bedroom, since that's where it has to be until we move. This only took us 4 hours. Good thing we didn't open the bottle of wine until after we finished, otherwise we may not have completed the job.

Anycrap, we had Happy Meals and wine and then headed out to the dirty bar (ya know, that one where we met) for a birthday party. We brought one of my BFFs along. Its way more fun making an ass of yourself socializing when you have a good friend along.

And because I am turning 30 in one month, I felt it appropriate to tell a young man that he should shove his underwear back into his pants so that people would stop confusing him for Eminem. He thanked me for my wise words and then pulled his pants down to his knees and proceeded to moon me.

If I wasn't so drunk on shooters, vodka, and guwertztraminer (That word is the only part of this whole post that makes me sound sophisticated), I totally would have taken a picture with my cell phone. But I would have probably sent a text that said "I love you" to some chick Christian works with by mistake.

We wouldn't want to do that shit, again.