Tickle Me Pizza....That Isn't Delivered.

Me and Mr. became parents today...to a little black pitbull named Tristan... affectionately called T-baby by his daddy.

I woke this morning to a delightful little, ego stroking text message:

"New drunken fetish: reading mindovamatta as my eyes get lower and lower, I love it, oddly as much as I know u, reading your personal memoirs makes me feel all the more close to you...I'm pretty gone so I don't know how homo that sounded, but yea"

We went to the movies last night, but clearly the tequila shots, brown liquor, and heated theatre were just a deadly combo for sleep. So...we slept. The beginning of the movie was giggle worthy, tho.. definately. I heart Vince Vaughn... really.

But as lubber and I attempted to nap comfortably, it became more and more evident that movie theatres need re-vamping...so we're going to take on that task.. and become mega millionaires in the process.

And drum roll please for my random thought for the day.... or this post..

I think that in driving school, prospective drivers should allocate and establish certain horn honks for certain things. It just seems so pointless to have one sound that could mean so many things, but drivers pay for. And what if I'm honking, "Hey..your baby is really cute, but smearing boogers on your window and I just thought you should know..have a great day".. and in return another driver honks back "Please help me, I'm being abducted and they're using the baby as a distraction". I would never know. And this is sad.

Okay....

"Put your kiss on my face lover"