There is a pain worse than death.

I finally received the email.

10 year high school reunion.

*plots running like hell for another state*

I have officially emailed the only friend from high school I'm left in touch with (Allison), and told her that the only way I'm going is if she goes too. Because she's nice. Which means someone will be there to force me to actually speak civilly to the idiots in my graduating class. And to keep me from kicking one guy's ass if he comes within 50 feet of me (I don't care if he's 6'4" and a former cop whose wife left him...his ass is grass for being an abusive jackass).

I seriously feel like channeling Jeannine Garafolo on this damn thing.

It's in July. Late July. Someone please get married then so I don't have to go to the reunion.

ETA: On the other hand, I look forward to showing up look so absolutely fabulous that they all stare in shock. Die elistist bitches who marry their cousins...die the thousand deaths that come from geeks being hot.

Daggum it!

NASCAR just made me cry.

*boggles*

I'm listening to Junior's in-car audio, there are two laps to go...and Junior suddenly asks his spotter "Where's my brother? Is he gonna make it?"

I cried.

I'm a sap.

Happy Post

Because I feel like making an uber-happy post.

Pup Cuteness

Yes, that is a dog.