Caribooooooooo.

I know that there are scores of people who are sorely disappointed that I barely posted all weekend. Look, I was busy doing nothing. I couldn't help it.

Actually, I was obsessively watching the 3rd season of 24 -- more on that later. And I also did some tweaking on my blog template -- while I am a big fan of pink (pink, not Pink) I felt like Shelby's wedding reception. What do you think? Is it hideous?

On Friday, assuming that there's not a blizzard forecasted and that my pancreas doesn't explode, I plan to go spend the weekend with Scott. Yay! He emailed me this morning and said something scary, though -- he said, "deer, elk, bear, caribou, buffalo, etc." Maybe I should include the context -- he was talking about a Sportsman's Banquet that a church nearby is having this weekend, as an outreach to hunters (which I think is a really good idea, btw) and the previous list is stuff that he heard they'll have dead and cooked.

Now, I don't have a problem with hunting animals for sport or food or whatever. And I love Scott, yes I do. But I'm thinking caribou, not so much.

Thanks to everybody for the comments re: the infestation of my future mother-in-law's computer. Now I don't feel like such a doofus -- maybe just a doofuslet.

And finally, I'm wearing my favorite Family Guy T-shirt today, which always makes me happy.

Hee.