Perkins, take your drive. Don't wait for me.

Sad now. My drive plans changed anyway. I'm going tomorrow instead of today, and I'm going to go south and west instead of north and east. It's not as long a drive, but it is just as pretty and this way I get to see some friends and maybe have pie.

That means that I need to t snicker clean and t giggle make up a grocery list and go shopping and t guffaw do laundry today.

I am also making a hilarious CD for my friend getting married in a couple of weeks. It's all the cheesy love songs we liked in high school. Her husband will hate it.

I am not, as of this particular moment, inebriated. Unlike Brenda, who is chugging beers and glaring at dust motes and disorder with a baleful eye.

Actually, that sounds like a lot effort. I think I might get drunk and sneer at the the disorder of my house. Sneering can be very restful.

Hee. I have a tape like that that my best friend made. If I might suggest a cheesy title, mine's called "Misty Water-coloured Memories."

Hee! I'm thinking this is more like Old Skool Luv Songz.

Topic!Cindy -- How are you these days? Getting the kiddies off to school yet?

I am, did, have and will. They started on Wednesday. Chris is in kindergarten, now. So far? He hasn't escaped. Should I warn his teacher, or just hang around the office a lot?

Is Narrator!Niece in first grade?

Gus, nobody's drunk except Brenda, because she's bogarting all the beer.

Brenda, the call is out. Share the beer!

Hey, anyone who wants to come on by is welcome. And it's all clean and shit!

Where in the Agar of the Sentient Mold is my beer?!

It's still too early for me to be all getting my head up and shit(The Wire has been so good for the vocab, Gus, but since you think it's cute, whatever.)