kittenmmm's blog post - Can you hurt yourself laughing?

I had every intention of blogging last night..or was that this morning.... but then for some reason I thought I would lay on the kitchen floor for a minute...I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time...

I'm almost positive Roo thinks I'm insane. He has to. The first night I'm here he wakes up to find me with my head on the desk and keyboard and my clothes on the corner of the desk, my legs wrapped in a sleeping bag. So last night...juicy and I are up...laughing our asses off...at about 2:30 in the morning. For some reason (and there may have been some alcohol involved) we decided it would be funny to strew my clothes from the stairs to the pc for Roo in the morning.

I'm still laughing my ass off...well, Roo got up this morning, made the coffee...while I'm sleeping on the kitchen floor...I'm pretty sure he brought me my pillow...I finally go out to the living room and he's written LOL in socks...and the kids just walk around the whole mess like this is normal behavior for adults.

Now back to last night...I've a feeling that a bag of peanuts and 3 slices of pizza are not adequate nutrition when you're drinking beer from 3pm to 3am...

Juicy and I were laughing so damn hard after posting our pics and talking to MDguy and Ginoz, that my son actually called up to us saying "Are you two ok up there?" Which of course just made us roar even more. I don't think I've laughed that much in ages. My sides were hurting and tears were coming out of eyes.

This morning I'm drinking a gallon of water, my coffee (thank you Roo) and I had a slice of cold pizza...hmmm...sounds like college. I'll take a shower after Juicy gets up lol..yeah she's sleeping in. And then, despite how much fun we're having here, we'll head back southeast.

I think I'll either go in through NY or VT. I have some old friends to see in VT but we could take the ferry over from Plattsburgh which is always fun. We used to that just for the ride when we lived in VT. Now, hopefully the border patrol will let me back in. I still have nothing to declare...we drank the beer...although I have a ton of lighters now...but I'm not getting on any planes so they can't accuse me of being a terrorist, just a strange person with a lighter fetish, an egg and a really odd mug.