my mom's connected to murders. whaaat?
just got back from my weekend camping trip in Vancouver. down. right. awesome. heh. on so many levels. and the awesomeness was a total surprise to me!
but anyway, no phone service for me up there pretty much and the phone died shortly after crossing the border anyway. so once i get home and plug the bad boy in i find there to be twelve new voice messages. one of them is from my mother telling me that one of the serial killers from phoenix, that i guess were just caught, was the bartender at her wedding. she was all freaked out. i remember spending a good amount of time talking to the bartender because, hey - it was a wedding. where else would i be? so now i'll be sorting through my photos from the wedding to see if i have anything worth selling to the tabloids. ha.
but anyway, no phone service for me up there pretty much and the phone died shortly after crossing the border anyway. so once i get home and plug the bad boy in i find there to be twelve new voice messages. one of them is from my mother telling me that one of the serial killers from phoenix, that i guess were just caught, was the bartender at her wedding. she was all freaked out. i remember spending a good amount of time talking to the bartender because, hey - it was a wedding. where else would i be? so now i'll be sorting through my photos from the wedding to see if i have anything worth selling to the tabloids. ha.