Oct 29, 2008 15:13
I'm trying to get the misc crap that gets strewn about when one moves under control for hosting Saturday, it's faring well enough. I finally got the babies room functional till we can actually stack the bunk beds again, long storey, but I think I have too many bumps on the head to recite it if you get my drift.
We should have my bloody manequin torso and my brothers facehugger back Friday night so I'm going to use them for decor which I am severely lacking. I might pick up whatever else I may have stashed in Ma's storage tomorrow.
Found some recipes for Jello shooters and apparently I'm not the first person to think about drowning gummi bears in them.
I got my music list together and realized damn I'm getting old, I think I'm actually feeling it more than the dude whose turning 30. Granted I like a wide array of music, but the stuff I remember from my teenage years is over ten years old. The math makes sense enough, the sneeking up on you doesn't so much.
All we should need now is people, booze, and the grandfolks to babysit.
Friday night belongs to the minions festivities, however fruitless it may be it's important to exploit their firsts and satiate the parents urge to participate.