Vacation is Fun, I need me more of this shit!
Don't hate me because I vacation... I can't help myself!
We went to the zoo today, it was FANFREAKINGTASTIC!!! Wee! The Swamp Fest was going on, music and booths and COTTON CANDY YAY! It was a lot of fun. I think I got a bit too much sun, but ya know, I just can't make myself care too much right now, I'm drinking my daiquiri.
So the whole concept of "bukkit" has a new meaning in my personal vernacular, it is either a big-ass bunch of frozen alcohol or it could be whatever thing one deems necessary at the that moment but does not have.
Examples:
"Do you have your Bukkit?" gesturing towards the purse you forgot to pick up from under the table.
"I needs ma bukkit!" waving a lighter around and searching for the pack of smokes you have mislaid.
"I gots ma bukkit!" waving around the gallon of frozen White Russians you have been drinking on for the last five days.
Soon there will be more. BBK has pointed put that Mardi Gras is eleven weeks away. My ticket is already being planned. It's sorta nice that KK and BBK want to have me back. *blush* One hopes that KKs husband doesn't freak out too much. (he is a nice enough guy, but really, how often does he want company, right? I need to figure out a cool thing to bring him as a hosting gift. What do you give the redneck who has everything? I mean, I have the same dilemma getting gifts for my dad, WTF, ya know?!)
In other non-N'Awlins news, there is this I snagged from the X's journal. totally cool shit:
We went to the zoo today, it was FANFREAKINGTASTIC!!! Wee! The Swamp Fest was going on, music and booths and COTTON CANDY YAY! It was a lot of fun. I think I got a bit too much sun, but ya know, I just can't make myself care too much right now, I'm drinking my daiquiri.
So the whole concept of "bukkit" has a new meaning in my personal vernacular, it is either a big-ass bunch of frozen alcohol or it could be whatever thing one deems necessary at the that moment but does not have.
Examples:
"Do you have your Bukkit?" gesturing towards the purse you forgot to pick up from under the table.
"I needs ma bukkit!" waving a lighter around and searching for the pack of smokes you have mislaid.
"I gots ma bukkit!" waving around the gallon of frozen White Russians you have been drinking on for the last five days.
Soon there will be more. BBK has pointed put that Mardi Gras is eleven weeks away. My ticket is already being planned. It's sorta nice that KK and BBK want to have me back. *blush* One hopes that KKs husband doesn't freak out too much. (he is a nice enough guy, but really, how often does he want company, right? I need to figure out a cool thing to bring him as a hosting gift. What do you give the redneck who has everything? I mean, I have the same dilemma getting gifts for my dad, WTF, ya know?!)
In other non-N'Awlins news, there is this I snagged from the X's journal. totally cool shit:
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