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I guess I should get off my lazy, sickly ass and post about how the 2nd Annual Farewell to Summer Party went.  It was fun.  Dena and I stayed up until 3am the Friday night before, sipping cocktails and making jello-shooters and food for the party.  Our big plan was that if we got it all done Friday night, we could be lazy and float in the pool for most of the day Saturday before the party - which is exactly what we did.  As usual we made tons of food.  We made 10 gallons of Bahama Mama Punch, about 400 jello shooters and got a pony keg - all of which was gone by the end of the night.  You know Todd has been drinking, when he starts raping all his friends in pictures.  Above is Nadine, Dena’s husband Adam and of course the guy dry-humping Adam is Todd.  They are close like that.

The Bahama Mama punch and the jello shooters were big hits again this year.  You can see that we went all out and provided the punch in the oh-so-lovely construction jobsite water cooler.  No seriously, we work in construction, so we just stole the coolers from some jobsites - we had to cut costs somewhere.  If you happen to be in Virginia Beach and passing a jobsite and notice a bunch of construction workers passing out from dehydration, it is probably because they have no coolers on-site to hold water.  I think we all agree that holding Bahama Mama Punch at our Annual Farewell to Summer Parties is far more important than hydration!

As the night went on, everyone got drunker, including Todd, so more of our male friends were completely taken advantage of.  Here he is with Adam again, but is now cheating on Adam with Nadine’s husband Kevin.  By the look on Adam’s face, I do not think that he minded.  Lots of friends, neighbors and family showed up and had a good time.  You can see more pictures from the evening here.  We are now saving our money for the 3rd Annual Farewell to Summer Party - it’s the 3rd Annual that you can get t-shirts made, right?

I finally convinced Dena to leave PictureTrail and join the rest of us at Flickr!!!  Now she is addicted to the Flickr goodness, like sweet sweet puffs from the photo sharing crack pipe!!!  It was not all that long ago that I took the time and uploaded everything to Flickr.  She can be found here, her son Ethan is too darn cute to miss out on!!!

I have another crazy 7-11 story from this morning to share with you AND on that note, have decided that I have collected enough crazy 7-11 stories (like the one here, here or here) that they deserve their own little header graphic! Cute, huh?

Anyways, I stopped at 7-11 this morning to get my daily cup of coffee and across from me was a woman that looked to be my age. She was pretty big and was dressed very inappropriately for her size. Her hair was greasy and she had 3/4 of it pulled straight up onto the top of her head in a bright lime green scrunchie. She was sitting there opening and pouring a pile of about 75 powdered creamers into her coffee cup, and as she did, she kept mumbling stuff under her breath and then chuckling over and over and over again as she kept rolling her eyes around. It was clear that all the people making their coffee were staring at her thinking WTF is wrong with her. I of course knew she had to belong to the crazies that work are kept next door to my office, and I have just become kind of immune to them.

I finished making my coffee and got into line to pay for it. As I was standing there, I felt somebody touch the back of my head and start petting my hair like I was a freaking dog. I turned around and it was the crazy bitch from the coffee area. Before I could even form words to come out of my mouth she said “It’s so pretty, umm your hair,” in a very Jabba the Hut type voice. I looked at the 7-11 manager (who I totally feel sorry for, because she has to deal with these crazy freaks ALL DAY LONG and she now feels sorry for me - because it ALWAYS happens to me) and she has her mouth hanging open as if to say “Oh no she DI’INT just pet you like a damn dog” – then I look back and had no effing clue what the hell to say to this person. What the hell do you say to someone that is seriously loony? One wrong word and she could go apeshit on your ass!!! So I just said “Uhh Thanks” like an idiot, threw my $1.32 on the counter and got the hell out of there.

It only happens to me!

Still not well and still not up to posting.