But not really. Just kinda. Routine has pretty much thrown me in a gutter. Who would have ever thunk, that I'd fall into routine? I know right? Weird! I still do stuff, like going to a rollerskating rink for a friends 23rd birthday party. She wanted to have an old school party. Which was fully achieved by the junior high music selection and the 50 billion little kids running around. Rollerblading came back to me like a boomerang, I even figured out how to spin. I also eat little kids for breakfast.

Wow I'm weird. Routine makes you nutty. After wrapping for 3 hours straight the other day I proclaimed that I was going to start rapping about wrapping. So I did. I called us the Silent W's. Our album consists of works such as: Yes, I did take the receipt off; Of course I'll wrap that together; (and my personal favorite) Don't back up, there's no where to go!

While Jen was out of commissioned I sterilized the house. Rubber gloves on, handkerchief around the mouth, I had lysol in one hand and 409 in the other. I went ninja, the matrix style. Dodging germ bullets in slow motion as I was sure to throw in some summer salts (sp?) and karate jumps, while dancing around to music and disinfecting every molecule. It was pretty intense. She's better since - nuff said.