I've been texting out "Happy Takeover Day" to some friends this morning. My phone's T9 dictionary doesn't have the word Valentine in it, so it autocorrects to takeover. I like it more. So ...
Happy Takeover Day!
Last night some roommates and friends and I made oreo truffles. Probably not the best idea, as I'm trying to lose weight, but ZOMG, they're delicious. The first batch wasn't so pretty, but I made the second batch smaller and it went a lot better. Not as many girls came as we would have liked, but eventually we did have a nice gathering. The Artist invited That Dude From Middle School Who Just Recently Connected With Me On Myspace, so of course I begged J to come over.
I have some new roommates now. There's The Young One and The Teacher. I like them both. Good additions.
The Young One brought over her friend Katie and her little sister; her boyfriend, E-guy came for a little while. (He's not e-guy as in internet guy, but because i call him every name that starts with E that i can think of.) We went hot tubbing, and that's always fun.
The party started dying around midnight, and The Artist and That Dude From Middle School Who Just Recently Connected With Me On Myspace started snuggling and headbutting and giggling on the floor. We did our best to ignore it. J helped the little sister with math homework while I finished the truffles and watched Phantom of the Opera. By the time J went home after 2, the snugglers were asleep on the floor. I left them alone and went to bed.
I'm not a big fan of co-ed sleepovers. And I remember when The Artist would get grumpy when The Dancer's boyfriend would sleep over and say that it was inappropriate. Hey there, Pot. If it happens again (which it probably will, as The Artist's values and standards suddenly fall when a Y chromosome pays attention to her) we'll have to have another roommate meeting. Sheesh.
1 comment:
That's a very nice dress. I wish I could have actually seen it. I guess that'll have to wait.
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