One-toothed boys, Elvis impersonators=Scary stuff
If anyone hasn't seen my new and improved LJ, It's a must. Thanks again Patrick.
So this weekend was busy. After church Sunday, which was awesome as usual, I went to my aunt and uncle's place on the lake. We rode the pontoon boat bunches and everytime my mom and aunt saw a guy my age, mimimum requiremnt being he had one tooth, they would grin at me, I was like :/ I don't care.
Sunday night was c-r-a-z-y. There was this labor day show down by the lake side, they had an Elvis impersonator and karaoke. So we're sitting on the back porch eating and I hear the Elvis guy. Simultaneously my eyes get huge, he was great. So I'm like guys we just have to go down there, I mean it's got to be some kind of sin not to. BIG MISTAKE.
I go down there and my aunt makes me sing karaoke. :( I finally decided O well, I'll never see these people again. So I decided I would get my "Honey I'm Home" on by Shania Twain and then bust out of there. My plan which seemed destined to be flawless proved other wise, when in the midst of part B- busting out of there, I got stopped by the Elvis impersonator. Anyways I finally got my sneak on and got out of there, but not before I learned an, o so very important lesson-when you hear the work karaoke....RUN.
So I got home about an hour and fifteeen minutes ago and tried to get my run on after eating a billion ribs last night bleck. Then I completed my (speaking of comlpleted) completely hideous sock puppet for drama. Question-If my nose and eyes won't stick to my sock puppet, is that a bad thing?
So this weekend was busy. After church Sunday, which was awesome as usual, I went to my aunt and uncle's place on the lake. We rode the pontoon boat bunches and everytime my mom and aunt saw a guy my age, mimimum requiremnt being he had one tooth, they would grin at me, I was like :/ I don't care.
Sunday night was c-r-a-z-y. There was this labor day show down by the lake side, they had an Elvis impersonator and karaoke. So we're sitting on the back porch eating and I hear the Elvis guy. Simultaneously my eyes get huge, he was great. So I'm like guys we just have to go down there, I mean it's got to be some kind of sin not to. BIG MISTAKE.
I go down there and my aunt makes me sing karaoke. :( I finally decided O well, I'll never see these people again. So I decided I would get my "Honey I'm Home" on by Shania Twain and then bust out of there. My plan which seemed destined to be flawless proved other wise, when in the midst of part B- busting out of there, I got stopped by the Elvis impersonator. Anyways I finally got my sneak on and got out of there, but not before I learned an, o so very important lesson-when you hear the work karaoke....RUN.
So I got home about an hour and fifteeen minutes ago and tried to get my run on after eating a billion ribs last night bleck. Then I completed my (speaking of comlpleted) completely hideous sock puppet for drama. Question-If my nose and eyes won't stick to my sock puppet, is that a bad thing?