Huffing Something (Spray paint!)

Well, well, well, we meet again. And on fine circumstances I must say. I have returned from my busy weekend and now have a long-ass post to post because I want to post and use the word post for this post. Post.

Look at my cool purple converse, not at the cool lace. No, look at my laceless converse for the girl on the go. Okay, now look at the cabinet door. That's the finished pattern. Isn't it awesome as shit?! Fallon received the idea from pinterest. I helped some. I did take two cabinet doors off (the others' screws were too stripped to remove... Strangely, not from me). We even sprayed her drawers and I wish I had a picture but I didn't want to post her house without permission.

I looked damn good with a screw gun though, oh yeah.

During trying to take all the cabinets down, Fallon was cooking. She asked me to cook the chicken. It wasn't all the way thawed, but it needed to happen. So, with the light-grease in the pan hot, I stood over it and asked myself, "Is food worth third degree burns?"

Then I decided it wasn't, so I asked the powers of the universe to absorb into my body so I could be lightning quick. I dropped one chicken breast into the pan and ran for it. Seemed like grease shot three feet in the air. I made a mess and felt horrible about it. But, eventually, both breasts were in the pan safely and I wasn't burned! The power thing worked.

We started this activity at around 10PM... It ended somewhere in 11PMish... Fallon asked me within that span at least three times if I was still okay, if I was getting tired. Ha. "I'm on granny time." Wish we have cabinet we could do this to. It's so pretty. I would do pink just because Fallon HATES the color. That's right, drama with the all caps. (Btw, Fallon, did you notice I gave you the pink glass at Becky's?)

Later that night, when we were all settling for the dream world, Sean reminded us that there was a meteor shower. You guys know I was there. Saw a few actually. Halfway in, Fallon decided to get a quilt, cover, and pillow. We laid on the ground and watched the sky. Never did that with other people. Of course, I did it when I was alone and drunk. Well, I stood in the middle of my yard, mumbling angry words at my neighbor's security light, look to the sky, and turn back, ha. Anyway, it was a fucking beautiful night.

The next day went to Becky's and helped celebrate her birthday.

Of course, it was not problem to help celebrate with her husband on the grill and with the birthday cake.

Fallon revealed her b-day gift to me:

I fucking love the ducks. They're on my shelf now, chilling with the other three, getting to know each other, exchanging numbers and their twitters (ha, get it? Wait, quakers? Naw, I need to make an oatmeal joke to make that one work).

The card says some special things that I won't post, but it did have 20 bucks. Ca-ching! Kidding. Fallon, love it, I truly do. It meant a lot to me, you have no idea.

Next, Becky revealed unto me the gift for, uh, me: 

There's a tie in there to knit, along with a chess board, and some sweater vest that I will be on like white on fucking rice. I fucking love it. This book will come to great and wonderful things. Oh, the cyborgs from Doctor Who, soooo going to knit that once I get a chance.

Fallon and I then played Battleship. Never did play it before and I enjoyed it. Lost miserable. It was as if I was sending all the wrong vibes for Fallon to guess my locations.

Man I have a big day tomorrow too. Turning a year older and all.

Oh God, 23-years-old tomorrow. I never thought I'd see this old.

Which reminds me.

I want a globe. This has been an official note to self from Heather.

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