Please read this entire post in a British accent, as since we started watching Game of Thrones about a week ago, it’s all we’ve been doing. Are you guys watching this show? Because it’s
kind of amazing. Despite the rampant incest, it’s basically the coolest show ever. I love a show that doesn’t mess around, and where no one is safe. (That has been proven true on a few occasions already.) Also, there’s enough eye candy for both the men and the ladies to keep you interested, even during twisty-turny plot lines, where you may be playing Draw Something or texting your mom about a new wine on sale, and missing important information that later you’ll ask your husband about and he’ll give you the look of death. Just a hypothetical scenario…
We did have a nice little weekend in addition to the GOT marathon. We continued our pursuit for a new vehicle, and have since ruled out the Nissan Rogue. I climbed in the back to see if it was roomy enough for little Mac to romp around in, and decided it wasn’t. It handled great, but the whole reason we are getting an SUV is for more room, and this just wasn’t enough. So the Subaru Forester is in first place and we shall keep looking for one a little less expensive than the almost-new one we test drove this weekend.
We also hit up the casino this weekend for a friend’s 30th birthday. I spent a total of $10 gambling and Brandon somehow didn’t gamble a dollar. Clearly we’ve been taken over by pod people. I did dance until my feet felt like they were being stuck with flaming daggers, so there’s that… I also spilled an entire beer down the biff’s shirt when we went to dance to Bell Biv Devoe, Poison, and felt like a complete jerk. Technically though, it was a domino effect caused by some dude with flailing arms, but still. Also, I am officially old and crotchety, because when I saw two young girls, bumping and grinding on each other, about to spill out of their tiny tank tops, I buttoned my shirt up one button higher and sneered.
Are you still reading in a British accent? Are you even still reading? If so you deserve a gold star.
Anywho, that’s it for me. Please enjoy this pic of me and Mary, post beer-spillage, and the very age-appropriate ensemble I wore, including my coral pants that Brandon hates. Men.