Yay! Back in the city of angels, and back to my own bed. My glorious 1200 thread count sheets with no nasty man sweat. Where I don't have to be paranoid about which pillow is what, because in my own bed, I know that I can freely put my head on any pillow I want without worrying about getting pimples.
Yeah, totally not ready to move in with a man. OR move in with a man, but be prepared to do a lot of laundry with lots of sets of sheets so I can change them daily. Eh, neither sound that great right at this moment.
So, today was the first shower of the weekend. As you know, lucky me gets to attend a baby shower today and a bridal shower tomorrow. Woo-hoo! A reminder that my eggs are dying and that I'm two shakes from being a spinster ... I can't think of a better way to spend my time. I kid, I kid!
Our knocked up friend, Mama Philly Pinot, has to be the most adorable pregnant lady around. Like so adorable that you want to hate her but you can't cuz ... you guessed it ... she's adorable. Her husband, McDreamy, is almost as bad ... I mean, equally adorable. When asked if Mama Philly Pinot was turning into a nightmare from the parasite growing within, McDreamy was all "Nooooo, she's been great ... no problems at all." And when I asked Mama Philly Pinot whether she's had crazy cravings, she replied with "not really, just McFlurries." Mc-fricken-flurries! I was hoping for something like kimchi with shrimp paste over rocky road ice cream ... but, nah, she came at me with McFlurries. See? Adorable. Ick.
Anyway, it is Grammy weekend here in la la land which means the skanky-wanky-hos are out in full force searching for their next baby daddy. Is it wrong that I'm a little glad that it has been raining on and off all day? Nothing makes me feel better than seeing a half-naked club chick try to look cute walking in stilettos in the rain while trying to protect her hair.
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