Uffda.

List every stoopid (I spelled it that way on purpose) movie you've ever heard of, and throw in some fart-noise-making-silly-putty-kinda-stuff that I just eventually had to confiscate and hide (because "A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets...")

Dodgeball just ended. Napoleon Dynamite is just beginning. GAH. And there's a whole bottle of Captain Morgan I didn't tap into on top of the fridge, because Hurricane Rita didn't come this way. And I don't have to work tomorrow.

I love Travis so much. He, being my baby brother, I have always adored, like a puppy. I was four when he was born, so he was my babydoll. He's just so cute. But Erik is reliving his youth through Travis, and I think I now live with two college boys.

I'm gonna have to hide my hooch.