Taxes ALWAYS lose to hotties...

Ugh, this weekend posting thing is just too much...

So I'd very diligently and sincerely planned to start my taxes tonight. The plan was just to swing by the Lowe's Foods to pick up some Old Bay shrimp with which to reward myself for finally getting started on these taxes. So I'm at the store, on the phone with Mikey, talking macs and a whole lot of general shit, when who should I run into but hottie fitness Kel and roomie Elsa. Weirdness of weirdnesses! They're headed over to T&D's, the Possum Hollow resort, for an impromptu grill shindig. The asked me to go, and between my innate need to glom onto hottie plans and their not taking "no" for an answer (here's me in full bum gear, completely resembling ass, totally unprepared to go out and socialize), I had no choice but to follow them over. Turns out the Possum Hollow gang is tenuously linked to the LKN gang, through some mutual friend? Need to do some asking around on that one, that's far too weird.

Needless to say, it was a fabulous time, Kel said she'd totally have gone with to the Lenny Kravitz show, damned if I wasn't thinking about asking her anyway...crap! And I was totally going to see if she wanted to go! What the hell was I thinking?

Looks as though Laura's parcel has run into a bit of a snag, an exception has been noted in the FedEx tracking info, indicating a holdup in a "regulatory agency delay", whatever that means...

Unfortunately, the taxman will have to stop back by tomorrow...we'll see what we have for him then. For right now, I'm far too buzzy and the eyelids are far to heavy to go on...more during the day tomorrow...possibly...for now, I'm going to crash, and crash hard...