Weekend Wonderings

Apparently mass quantities of beer can give you a long lasting headache. To me, that is a more important warning to stick on the bottles than the crap about operating heavy machinery or don't drink while pregnant, blah blah blah. Maybe I would pay more attention if those warnings related to things that were important. Like, drinking a lot of this very yummy stuff will make your brain feel like there is a wire hanger being jammed through the back of your neck and out through the eyebrow of your right eye. That I would take note of.

The Smoodge and I stayed home all weekend. Friday night, boring. Can't remember what I did. It was obviously not important. Yesterday we went down to the pool for a bit, and The Smoodge is unafraid of water. She has no hesitations with walking forward into unknown depths and sinking like the little rock she is. And once she's under, does she panic? Nope. She just sits on the bottom, sticking her tongue out and waiting for me to pull her back to the surface. She's quite content down there. No kicking, no attempts to swim, just waiting. I haven't decided if she's REALLY that emo, or if she trusts me so explicitly that she'll patiently hold her breath until I grab her up again. I'd say it's 50/50 at this point.

A couple of friends of mine came over last night, which is where the mass quantities of beer were consumed. It was a good time, lots of laughs and a little bit of midnight swimming. Until the drunk and disorderlies from another apartment decided they wanted to come down and jump in, being all loud and rowdy. I was tempted to hold them under water, let them scream down there, but I hear that sort of thing is frowned upon, so I didn't. All four of them would stand at the edge of the deep end, hold hands, and scream at the top of their lungs something stupid. I'd tell you what the something stupid was, but I can't remember. That's how stupid it was. Anyway, they did that two or three times before I swam over to them and politely informed them to shut the hell up because there was someone around the pool that liked to call the cops on people in the pool after hours. They thanked me for the warning, did one more round of group cannonball yelling, and headed back from the pit of skank in which they came. I didn't feel the need to let them know that I was that someone with SAPD on speed dial. Anyway, they left, took the good mood with them, so we headed back to the apartment to fill back up on beer. It's been a long time since I've laughed that hard for so long...with the exception of this...so I'm glad they came out.

Today was much sleeping in, for both me and The Smoodge. She slept in because she woke up for awhile in the middle of the night and wouldn't go back to sleep. I slept in because of that whole wire hanger in my brain thing. When we were both able to pull ourselves out from under the covers, I did some housecleaning (BORING), some laundry (REALLY BORING), and cleaned out the closet (UBER BORING). It was good to get those things done though. You know, responsible adult, blah blah blah.

Now I'm watching the NBA playoffs out of the corner of my eye about to finish up the laundry. I know. The excitement is overwhelming. Try to contain yourself.


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