Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate! Aaaack!

I realized I was getting rather easily annoyed today, and like most women, I opted to blame that irritability on global warming and Pink (don't pretend likes she doesn't bother the crap out of you, too).

So, while I wanted to write a blog about the disrespectful driving I encountered this afternoon or a co-worker's unwillingness to recycle properly (styrofoam cups can eat my poo), I decided to go a completely different route.

In less than two weeks, my good friend Kelly is getting married!

She's just so cute, I could spit.

So, in about 10 days, she'll be Mrs. Kelly Barger. Her fiance, Chris, is a super nice guy and didn't seem at all frightened when Lisa and I invaded their apartment last Winter during a brief visit. In fact, I think he may have enjoyed it. He's also a beast on the Wii Fit.

Sometimes, you just need to frolic.

What's more is that Ms. Lises-Pieces will be making her way up from the ATL this coming Thursday to perform some maid of honor duties.

That's Miss Maid of Honor, to you, punk.

I'll be making my way down for the rehearsal dinner next Thursday, and as one might imagine, skylarking, high jinks, merrymaking and maybe even some monkeyshines will be taking place.

This, my friends, will be a hootenanny among hootenannies.

Don't forget to frolic!

For whatever reason, I've struggled with this blog. Should I talk about the time I spent with Lisa and assorted friends?

Or, should I discuss how the shower is the only place I seem to have deep, philosphical thoughts?

Perhaps, I should talk about what a pain in the ass it can be to fill out a job application. It really is, by the way. I mean, why do they ask you 23 questions and give you 3 centimeters to answer them?

Who knows?

Here's what I do know:

I don't like reheated brownies.
I tend to have little concern for the future as I've already decided it'll all work out somehow. Driving at night makes me itchy.
I love hot chocolate with those tiny, dehydrated marshmallows.
I would consider relocating to the South so I could eat at the WaHo multiple times a week.

My mind is one big puddle of pureed moose funk.

Please, enjoy some pictures from the past weekend with Lisa!