Dead dead dead

am_chau, the Beta must wait until tomorrow or Monday. My brain is fried.

Note to self: You are SO not 17 anymore. Will you stop acting like you are? No roller coasters. No jalepeno pepper eating contests. (15. 15! WTF were you thinking? And you lost most heniously) And wear the damn sunscreen. BTW, pick up the paper and see if our pic is in it. Gotta get something out of this belly ache.

And those were big honking peppers. Not little one biters, but big ol 3 bite deep-throaters.

There is over $350 in the pocket of my jeans. I must count coupon books and see how much the girls have to turn in.

There is a sunburn across my nose and shoulder.

There is a blood blister on the pad of my left middle finger. I pinched it setting up the umbrella over the table. I sucked on my finger and signed obscenities with the other hand.

But we had a good time. Cheeseburgers on a stick are really good. Pity I was ill from the pepers and couldn't taste test the chili cook-off.

I have no interest in food, but the kids want supper.

And I have to be at Footlocker on Lamar by 6 AM tomorrow.
Feh!

Lies and the Lying Liar that tells them,

Of the following, which is false:

1) At various times I have made money as a waitress, a casino cashier, a stripper, a call girl, a seamstress, a medical textbook model and a milliner.

2) I have lived in Peculiar, Dumas, Pocohontas, Tightwad, Greasy Corner and Lame Deer.

3) I have no eardrums.

4) I have a neurological disease so rare the last studies are over 80 years old.

5) I speak 4 languages, play 3 musical instruments, pursue 8 needlework hobbies, have written 2 cookbooks, have sex three times a week and hold a full time job.