Chicago and the juicer

Two words:  Jalepeno Margaritas

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Hey girl!  Hope you had fun out east this weekend! 

I spent the weekend breaking in our new couch.  I’ve been soooo exhausted.  I think the events of the last few weeks caught up to me.  I pulled off a couple half-assed loads of laundry and emptied the dishwasher…..that’s about it.  Lot’s of reality tv.  I would be knee-deep in self-loathing right now if I didn’t have 3 more weeks of craziness to look forward to.

Speaking of craziness, I get to attend a special Hindu ceremony next weekend in Lexington, NE.  Apparently, 4 pm on Saturday is the last time this ceremony can happen before the wedding on May 24th.  Something to do with astrology.  It will be Lisa (another bride’s maid), me and probably most of the Indian community in western Nebraska.  Not sure what it all entails, but I will be sure to take a few pics. 

Have I told you lately how excited I am for June?  I keep day dreaming about photo booths, Threadless, and nude badminton.  IT WILL HAPPEN….even if we have to have Frederick hold up a net on the beach of Lake Michigan.

I wish I had something witty or entertaining to type about.  I just can’t drum it up right now.  I really just wanted to relieve some guilt by posting SOMETHING. 

K, off to take out the garbage since my evil teenage daughter is refusing.  It’s surprising to me that there isn’t more media about “shaken teenager syndrome”.  Never in babyhood did I dream of doing her any harm.  The thought crosses my mind multiple times a day lately.

Love you, fer