My mom caught an episode of the Kardashians last night. My dad was watching a baseball play off game, so she turned on the TV in another room and surfed around until she stumbled on the Kardashians. She was horrified. She didn't realize it was a "reality" show, and when she found out this was a real "family", she was double horrified. I thought for a moment that I had found in her someone with whom I could share my sick little love of the Kardashians, and maybe even pull her into Tori and Dean, but, sadly, no. She was too grossed out, and changed the channel to watch a rerun of Larry King. I have to hack in to her Netflix again and fill up her queue.
I am partying like a rock start tonight. I'm going to drink and eat my weight in hors d'oeuvres and walk home. Except that right now I feel nauseous. It could be that I ate nothing but Lucky Charms yesterday. I made a yummy healthy smoothie today, but I still feel like I'm going to puke. I'd better not be pregnant. I will be seriously crabby if that happens. I have a friend who got pregnant accidentally, and when she found out, all she could say was, "I am so annoyed!" Fast forward a few years, and now she has an adorable three year-old boy and she's annoyed for completely different reasons.
Can you tell I really don't have much to write about today? I have a busy weekend ahead and I hope I don't burp through the whole thing like I am right now. Ciao.