Well I guess I have writers block. I have been racking my brains for days trying to think of something to write about but cannot come up with anything. So obviously I must write about that. I will also to follow up soon with stripper tale #2. I know, I know it has been a ridiculous amount of time since stripper tale #1. But give me a break people I am typing one handed here.
I must also say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my hubby here. Today is Franks 33rd birthday (I think, I am really bad at keeping up with birthdays) we are planning a very small BBQ tonight. This will be much smaller in comparison to BBQs held last year for the sheer fact that we apparently have cooties and ran all of our "friends" off. I only bring this up because I am still a little bitter and pissed about the whole thing and still do not understand how you have 20 million friends one day and then 10 the next. Not that 10 are bad most people would be very happy to have 10 friends, even one would be good enough for them. I am just angry because the group of friends we had were also the church we went to and we were always told that it would not be easy but we would have to love each other through the "crap" anyway. Apparently this motto only applies to a chosen few. I know this will come off like am really pissed and I am dwelling on this but I am not. I am only thinking of it today because it is Franks birthday and even though we are having some really great friends over tonight, the one person I know Frank would love to have here will not be here because of this shit, and that makes me very sad. This person is really really missed by Frank even though he would never say it. So I chose today to mourn the death of that friendship for my husband.
Well I am off to clean the house before tonight. I also must cut my fingernails because I stabbed my poor 5 week old baby with one and feel like SHIT about it.