My darling Jenny is currently high as a kite on pain meds after having her wretched wisdom teeth extracted. I suggest that perhaps removing the source of her wisdom might not be the best idea, but no one ever listens to me. ;P Anyway she cracked me up this morning when she said "Let's get out our spelunking equipment and explore this, Tracy." Fantastic. :)
I wish that we could indeed spelunk our way to an answer to my current problem, but I don't really think it's up to me to answer. Ugh. This is why I spent eight hours drinking with my cousins yesterday. Happy Easter, Jesus! Do you want salt on your margarita? Pass the salsa! Hey, I think that after the week JC had he would have WELCOMED some alcohol.
Today's song of the day is dedicated to Enrique and Nellie. Here's hoping for more dancing in the streets very soon, my loves!
See, this is why I shouldn't talk on the phone while I'm high. And I feel like I'm getting more high as the day goes on. What the hell? I think someone slipped me a roofie.
Posted by: Jenny, Bloggess | March 24, 2008 at 01:04 PM