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If Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off...

...then rum makes her laugh her ass off like a crazy person!!!! I've been drinking heavily boys and girls, so nothing too insightful this evening. Not much to report anyway. I arrived safely in Indiana, ate some good pizza, drank some (by some I mean a half of a fifth) vanilla rum and diet root beer and had a mystery guest, who while she was quite funny interrupted my grand plans to watch DVDs with that cute little blond guy all night long. And hell no, I don't mean Keith "I need a haircut" Urban. I'm sure he's a good person, I just wouldn't do him.

But really I'm not a crazy person. Contrary to the word on the street. I'm just fun and lots of people love me. Even if I can't spell when I'm not using a laptop and can barely see the screen. Yay, rum!

I think that's it for now. I've got lots on the agenda for my weekend of birthday fun, so if I slack off for a while don't call the search party. I've got a few emails that came in this afternoon while I was working my ass off at work (I do that sometimes) and I might not get to them until Sunday. Don't panic; I still love you. I'll be back as soon as I can. Honest.

Oh, here's a thought for the day. Sometimes Key Lime Pie really is just key lime pie. And it's still yummy.

Song of the day is Heaven by Uncle Kracker. I can't print all the lyrics here, because I'm sure I signed something with blogger.com saying I wouldn't drop the f-bomb in every sentence on my blog...The refrain is "If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit/I don't wanna go/If heaven ain't a lot like Detroit/I'd just as soon stay home/If they ain't got no Eight Mile/Like they do up in the D/Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City/It'd be about the same to me. Then Kid Rock raps. Thus the onslaught of f-bombs. Love those guys. Makes me homesick.

I had a quote of the day, but I'm just not sure I'm drunk enough to actually subject all my "faithful readers" to it. Carry on, folks. Big Hugs.

posted by Laura at 11:56 PM