I managed to finish watching season 4 of Scrubs today, and was planning to move on to X-files, which is really just a way to put off watching the last episode of Doctor Who to avoid the sad ending, which probably includes death because Ashlee told me it didn't, but my dad keeps walking by and commenting on the fact that the cat and I haven't moved for awhile, except I did move the laptop to my stomach to warm my belly. The belly move was to keep me warm, but also to help digest my too large lunch that was causing me a slight stomach ache, but then I remember thats what reptiles do, not humans, but the warmth was nice.
Last night Jill, Bertha, and I went to see the awesome, laughter filled, Black Christmas, which of course caused jumping pictures, fighting, crying, and vagina punching. Then I had a long conversation with Ashlee, mostly about nothing and her plan to invade my house in the summer.
Although I may look wimpy, I was quite the fighter, after the crying and stutter swearing. I really only shone the flashlight in Jill's eyes and then punched her in the boob while trying to go for the armpit.
We saw ninja fighters and the fallen tree.
Jill had the most trouble climbing over.
Jill also, mostly, failed at kicking
Jill's seems a lot grosser now, than it did at the time. Mine is still tasteful
I was not so good at making a believable reaction to fake kicks, though these would be my reactions.
Here are the rest of the millions of picture taken.