Birthday Boy!!

My sweet boy turned 2 today.

I wish he was still that small! So effing cute.

German Sheriff Pointer

There’s a Snake in My Boot….

what.a.stud.

Wednesdays are becoming my Mondays, apparently. This weekend was S U C C E S S F U L.. Seriously, as successful as one birthday can get. Everyone was in full party mode. Or maybe my beer Vodka goggles were on too tight, because it was fun! I pretty sure calling the dinosaurs in your bff’s backseat is a definition for job well done. And it wasn’t even my birthday! Oh well, this was the first birthday for my group of friends that we really partied for, so I feel like it was all of ours, rolled into the one night. Sunday was spent sleeping, because – seriously – that’s all I could do.

At target I stumbled across this outfit for Fritz to wear for (anytime I’m feeling blue) Halloween. He really didn’t mind the vest, the hat either, once I gave him his handcuffs. I’m pretty sure this picture is the cats meow for any of you reading this.

Tonight is our October Game Night. YAHOOOOOO! Can’t wait to spark fuse with my girl fran’s; plus, it’s Erin’s real birthday, so maybe we’ll spark some candles….

Actually, I don’t know if we are doing that…

Anyways – good day to you deputy

I'm Going Cornatose...

I.CANT.STOP.EATING.CANDY.CORN.

Seriously.

How in the eff is it already Wednesday??!

I was going to blog Sunday night about how amazingly relaxing and not at all exciting my weekend was, but I didn’t. I hate Sunday’s. I hate them so much. Who likes a day that you have to get all your shit together for a whole other week? I’d rather Monday morning, than Sunday evening. I get the Sunday’s Blues like it’s nobodies business. Yeh, I’ve participated in the Sunday Funday action, and yeh, there is good TV; but, in reality, it’s the day you have to go home, or the day your vacation ends, or the day before some awful week may or may not prevail.

I stayed at my moms all weekend. I hate leaving her house, even on a weeknight. I wish she lived closer. Here is where she is thinking, Why don’t you live closer? Well mom, you live in B F E. By the time I got up and ready for work I’d be an hour late. This isn’t high school where I can sleep in my uniform, get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, and hit the road, Jack!

Enter high school nostalgia here

Monday and Tuesday just flew by. I guess cause I was busy those days, or maybe it’s because I have been in a candy corn coma since Sunday, and I'm just now realizing my sugar high.

Erin got Fritz this sweet toy for Halloween.

 He ripped its face apart last night. But look at this picture, how can you say no to him?!?

Now we are half way to the weekend, and I'm trying to prepare my liver. Erin’s birthday celebration is this weekend, and I have a feeling candy corn is not going to be my biggest problem.

Vomiting. Partying is.