Moving Forward and Leaving Behind

This has been my whole day.

This is my official last night in my apartment at College Station—this is the last post I'll write here in my cute little apartment. Yes, even with bare walls and boxes stacked on boxes, when I look around I still see my cute little apartment.

It's funny, it takes so long to make a place feel like your own. Then, in a matter of hours, it's all stripped bare again like you were never there.

It's bittersweet, moving out of this place. It's been a fantastic place to live while going to school down here. Bright, cheerful, and just the right size for a girl and her dog. But now that I've graduated, it's time to move on. Even though I know it's time to go, I'm still not happy about it. I've always had a hard time with change—even small changes make me anxious. Honestly, even positive changes make me uncomfortable, at least for a little while. I'm such a creature of habit, which I'm sure is the reason. But, at any rate, all this change has been hard for me.

My life, in boxes.

It's not just leaving this apartment—I've been so busy lately making a lot of changes, I'm kind of on overload. My inner self wants to curl up in a familiar place with familiar people and familiar things and rest, but that hasn't been in the cards lately.

Don't get me wrong, it's not all bad. In fact, actually, it's basically all good! The only "not good" would be my ability to handle change.


Still, it's all been positive. I'm the stick in the mud letting my mind linger on things, wallow in nostalgia, and wish that things could stay the same.

Art, off the wall.

It's funny how moving forward goes hand in hand with leaving behind. You can't really move forward without leaving something behind, and you definitely can't leave something behind unless you're moving forward. I guess it's all in how you look at life, and the things it throws your way. Me, I have a tendency to dwell on the Leaving Behind part. It's easier for me, because I already know about all that. That is, I know exactly what I'm leaving behind, whereas the "what's ahead" is such a mystery. What will it be like? Will I like it?

But I'm really trying to focus on the Moving Forward, and the excitement and anticipation of what comes next.

I have so much still ahead, and so many experiences on the horizon that are worth looking forward to. And no matter how scary the changes are, what kind of a life do you have if you sit stagnating because you're too afraid to step outside of your comfort zone and embrace life's possibilities?

My view right this second,
but with a trendy Instagram filter.

I know from experience that when you let yourself get too comfortable—no matter how easy it is—one day you wake up and realize you're stuck in a rut, unhappy, and wondering how life managed to slip by so fast.

So, to sum up this random introspective post—Goodbye, College Station! You've been good to me, Texas A&M has been great to me, and I'll miss you. But this is only the start, and I can't wait to see what happens next.

Even if I am nervous about what "next" might be.

Arts and Crafts and Coffee

Yesterday I was struck with a sincere and severe urge to be crafty.

Trouble is, though I have high aspirations for my craftiness, I'm not all that proficient in many crafting areas. I don't know how to knit, but I wish I did. I don't know how to crochet, but I wish I did. I've never scrap-booked, but I'd like to try. You get the idea—A lot of would if I could.

So as I was thinking about what in the world I could do to sooth my crafting itch, my eyes fell upon my massive stack of Starbucks cards. If you haven't noticed, I'm a Starbucks fanatic of sorts. So I keep every Starbucks card I get, and I have a bunch. I supposed you could say I'm collecting them, but I can't rightly say I know what I'm doing with my collection so much as letting them sit quietly in a chronological stack behind my iPod speakers dock to be occasionally thumbed through.

And this stack isn't even ALL of them.

Some I want to keep in pristine condition. You know, just in case? But others—some duplicates, and some that I just love so much I know I'll never want to sell/get rid of/whatever—I'm not so stuck on keeping perfect for some sort of collection.

And so that got me thinking, what could I do with these cards that would really let me enjoy them, show them off?

Epiphany!

Magnets!

The last time my Mom came to visit me, she commented on how I don't have very many. (At my house, our fridge is affectionally littered with them, of all shapes and sizes.) And this was the perfect solution for both my crafting urge and my Starbucks cards dilemma.

This is the ultimate fun, cheap, and easy way to make magnets if you're like me and have a ton of Starbucks cards lying around. Though obviously you don't have to use Starbucks cards to make magnets. But, since I did, and since I had such a fun time doing it, I'm going to tell you exactly how I did it! You know, just in case reading this inspires you to embrace your crafty side in a similar manner.

First, I had to make a quick trip to Michael's. Any craft supply store will do, though, I'd imagine! As long as they sell some form of magnet. I hadn't realized I'd have so many options, but what I ended up leaving with was just a basic peel-and-stick rectangle of magnets. They came in one piece, but broke off easily into strips, which I then cut to fit the card.

I figured these would be pretty much impossible to mess up (I was right), but I still started off with a card I had multiples of. Nevertheless, it's one of my favorites. I cut one of the magnet strips in half, peeled the backing off, and stuck it on the back of the card.

Worked like a charm.

It's a first edition of sorts. ;)

I was so pleased with the result that I instantly made more. Since I was still in the process of figuring out the best way to put magnets on the back, I tried it a couple of different ways. For some, I used two smaller strips, vertical on each side of the card. For others, one long strip in the middle. For one, I just used a little strip. Aesthetically, it doesn't make much of a difference either way since this all goes on the back. The only difference is how much the magnet can hold. Menus, photos, shopping lists, etc. I think my favorite way is the two vertical strips.

All in all, I ended up making seven different Starbucks card magnets. I love them! They really brighten up my fridge—as you can see, it's black—and I'm excited that I've finally found a use for some of my favorite Starbucks cards.

Plus, if you run out of room on your own fridge, they would make great gifts! And I'm already planning on switching mine out. Some of them, anyway. I have several Christmas themed Starbucks cards—Guess when those are going up! They can be seasonal!

Anyway, these are the results of my creative urges (and my Starbucks mania). They were a ton of fun, and so easy I can't even explain it. And, would you believe it, while I was sifting through cards to use, I found an old favorite of mine from 2006—summer, I believe—that still had a balance on it! $1.49! Score!

This is the infamous card with a nearly six year old balance!

A Better Idea

Anyone who says that dogs can't talk has obviously never met my dog, Tucker. He is just as capable of communicating with me as anybody else I know. His methods are merely a bit different.

A brief demonstration. The following exchange took place with myself seated at my desk and Tucker sitting at my feet, big brown eyes gazing longingly up at me while I tried to concentrate on my homework.

Big brown eyes are very distracting.

Our conversation went something like this—

"Are you sure you have to do your homework?"

 "I mean, are you really sure?..."

"...'cause I have a better idea."

How can I be expected to say no when those eyes are so full of hope...

Homework, let's be honest—

you don't stand a chance.

College Makes Me Tired

I woke up at 6:30 this morning. It was horrible.

Even more so because I absolutely had to get up. Being late to a final is not exactly the best way to conclude a semester's worth of class time, or class work.

Also, I re-learned that hitting the snooze for a meager fifteen minutes actually does put me running late.

I get to do it all over again tomorrow, so... Note to Self—Don't Snooze!

The good news is, I am officially done with my Marriage Institution class. And I made a 100 on that research paper I've been working on for weeks. That was a nice surprise—it's always encouraging when the few times I do manage to keep from procrastinating pay off.

I wish she'd done the whole 'smiley face under the two zeros' thing.
But it still makes me happy.

I had the best intentions of coming home after my final and cracking the books for my two finals tomorrow. I did...not so great. I started studying for my Campaigns and Elections final first—because it's at 8 tomorrow morning. And because, between that and Shakespeare, I'd be much more comfortable having to wing the Shakespeare final than the Political Science one. I mean, yikes.

But I was wiped out.

The power nap, while absolutely necessary, also admittedly put a damper in my intended study momentum.

But you know what? I think it's a fair trade. Studying when I can hardly keep my eyes open isn't that productive anyway, and at least this way I think my chances of writing good, solid essays are much better because I'll actually be rested going into it.

"Oh, I guess you're still studying, huh?"

After those two finals, I only have one more to take on Wednesday morning.

Until then, I will either be studying, trying to make myself study, or stressing out because I'm not studying and I should be.

Guess which one I'm doing now?

Then, the best part of my week—Going. Home.

Can. Not. Wait.

I am so ready to be home for a little while, be with my family, see my friends that aren't down here in College Station, and actually have a chance to enjoy my favorite time of year—Christmas time!

But I have so much to do between now and Wednesday. Like, um, pack. For a month. And get everything clean. Because I'm a little neurotic when I leave my apartment, even for a weekend. I totally hate coming back to a dirty apartment. It takes what was a relaxing trip away, and makes it instantly non-relaxing (because the first thing I see is all of the things I need to do now that I'm back) OR it takes a trip that was really hectic and busy and extends the hectic busy-ness into my return because as soon as I walk in the door, I have more things to do.

If that makes sense.

So yeah, things are going to start getting [even more] busy for me. But that's okay. I embrace it.

Until I go crazy and pull out my hair.

Or bomb a final.

Eep.

Wish me luck!

The Oreo Ball Incident

I'm not much of a cook. It's not a self-truth that I'm pleased with, but there it is. My lack of skill in the kitchen is a combination of utter laziness and relative ignorance. So when I do find myself in the kitchen, it tends to be a bit of an adventure.

One such adventure occurred a couple of days ago. I call it, "The Oreo Ball Incident."

First of all, I'll start by filling you in on what an Oreo Ball is. In case you don't already know. (If that's the case, don't feel bad! I just discovered them...a couple of weeks ago?)

An Oreo Ball is a delectable little treat comprised of pulverized Oreo cookies and cream cheese, mixed together and rolled into balls. Then dipped in chocolate.

In short, they're a high-calorie, sinfully tasty treat. And they're fairly easy to make!

Well...they're supposed to be fairly easy to make. But I'll get to that.

We'll start off with the recipe.

If you can't read my handwriting, click HERE.

I made a couple of slight changes to this list. The package of Oreos I bought was 16 ounces. And I didn't use shortening. I'm honestly not sure what difference in outcome I would've gotten if I'd used the shortening, so feel free to not cut that out.

Here's exactly what I used.

Prepare to be crushed, Oreos!

I used a mix of semi-sweet and milk chocolate.
But most of it was semi-sweet.

Instructions

• Mix cream cheese with electric mixer until fluffy. Add crushed Oreos and beat on high until well mixed. Chill for at least 2 hours in the freezer. Then roll Oreo cookie mix into one inch Oreo Balls
• Next, melt the chocolate chips and shortening with a double boiler or in the microwave
• Dip the Oreo balls completely into the melted chocolate using tongs or a toothpick
• Put on wax paper. After the Oreo balls harden, keep them in the refrigerator
• Makes about 3 or 4 dozen Oreo Balls, depending on the size

Um, that does sound pretty easy, huh?

The first problem is that I don't have an electric mixer. I had to crush up my Oreos the old-fashioned way.

I created my own process. I used a wooden spoon, a glass, and a measuring cup. Oh, and a bowl. Of course.


Operation: Cookie Crush

It was impossible to crush all of the Oreos at once. So I'd grab up five or so at a time, chuck 'em in the bowl, and use my big wooden spoon to break them into more manageable pieces.

Oreos, meet Wooden Spoon.

Then, once I'd broken them up into smaller pieces, I used my bowl and a glass as a makeshift mortar and pestle. That's right, I'm resourceful.

When in doubt, improvise.

The 'not pictured' step is when, after smashing the Oreos to teeny tiny bits, I used a rounder-bottomed measuring cup to make sure I'd gotten all the big chunks.

So, a step that would have taken...a few minutes? with a proper mixer instead took me...somewhere in the ballpark of two hours. Also, it made my arms sore.

But I think I did just as good as any fancy electric mixer.

After a couple of hours of hard labor, ta-da!
Pulverized Oreos.

Not too shabby, eh?


Mixing Mission

Next comes mixing the cookie bits with the cream cheese. Luckily, with the crazy amount of time I spent just crushing the cookies, my cream cheese had more than enough time to soften.

P.S. It's a huge pain the the rear to whip cream cheese into a fluffy-ish state with only a wooden spoon.

But I ended up with this—

Cream Cheese ÷ Wooden Spoon = Whipped Cream Cheese + Sore Arm

Once the cream cheese was beat into submission, it was time to mix it with the crushed Oreos. Which is, again, easier said than done because I still have no mixer.

So I thought, like the Oreos, maybe it would be easier to mix the crumbs in a little at a time. I put in one of the three bowls I'd managed to fill with a whole package of Oreos' worth of crumbs.

See? Three bowls worth of crumbs.
Oh, and there's the measuring cup I used for step 3 of my crushing process.

It did not go so well.

My crumbs are overwhelming my cream cheese.

In the end, I resorted to dumping in all of the crumbs, discarding the spoon, and getting down and dirty. That's right. I mixed 'em up with my bare hands.

It actually worked quite well.

Although if I had had a mixer, I'm sure that would have been easier. And probably cleaner. But, like I said, I was forced to improvise.

So, after mixing the crumbs and cream cheese, I popped the...dough? into the freezer to chill for a couple of hours. Which gave me time to clean up the horrible mess I'd made of my kitchen.

By the time my couple of hours were up, I had a nice clear surface to work on again. Which I needed, because the next step involved rolling the dough into little balls, dipping them in melted chocolate, and placing them on wax paper to harden.

Only, I didn't have wax paper. Fortunately, my non-stick cookie sheet worked just as effectively.

Roll, Stick, Dip, Repeat

For the most part, this went much more smoothly than the initial smushing and mixing.

And melting chocolate smells really good. The chocolate I used was Ghirardelli. I used a combo of semi-sweet and milk chocolate. But mostly semi-sweet. (In hindsight, I totally would have used all semi-sweet. Just sayin'.) I dumped two cups worth into some tupperware and popped it into the microwave until it was totally melted.

Chocolate, pre-melting.

I was not super picky about the size I rolled the dough into. The recipe said one inch balls, but...mine vary in size. Which I don't mind, but that does cut down on the number the recipe will make. I definitely did not have 3 or 4 dozen.

I used toothpicks to dip the Oreo balls into the melted chocolate. And my tupperware was shallow enough that I ended up using a spoon to make sure the entire thing was covered. There's probably a better way to do this. Or a more efficient way. But it worked out just fine, anyway.

Left to Right: Bowl of dough, un-dipped Oreo balls, tub of melted chocolate.
Oh, and my non-stick pan—subbing for wax paper.

Chocolate-covered Oreo ball vs. naked Oreo balls.

The only thing that I'd really change about how I dipped these puppies in chocolate would be—okay, there's two things. 

First, I guess I got a little over-zealous when I started out. The first Oreo balls to get dunked have a touch too much chocolate on 'em. Which tastes great, but...I can't actually bite into them. I have been using a fork to make the initial break. Then I can bite into them. Again, not a huge issue, but just a note to self (and to you, if you decide to make these!) for the next time.

Second, I didn't take the toothpick out before they hardened. So they're stuck pretty good now. So far, I haven't had an issue yanking them out before biting forking into them, but still. Although honestly, I'm not sure how you'd get the toothpick out once they've been dipped without getting big fingerprints in the chocolate. So...if you guys come up with any good methods, pass them along?

So, after all of the dough had been rolled and dipped, I popped them in the fridge to harden. They're also supposed to be stored in the fridge when you're not eating them or taking them to parties. And, if you do end up with 3 to 4 dozen and no way to eat them all, they'll keep in the freezer for three to four months. So there's that.

Chill out, little dudes.

Since I'd started my project in the evening—and it had ended up taking me so much longer than planned—I didn't actually eat any of these that night. After they'd hardened, I moved them to their own little tupperware home, and saved my taste test for the next day. 

It was a success.

Yeah, that layer of chocolate is just a little too thick.
But the creamy insides are delightful!

Mission Accomplished

All in all, the finished product turned out pretty darn good. Some of the fancier Oreo balls I've seen have melted white chocolate drizzled on top to make them prettier, but I had neither the patience, the inclination, or the white chocolate on hand to do so.

But I'm still very proud of how they turned out.

They look pretty darn good considering it's my first time making them. And I had to use prehistoric methods. And okay, they may be a little too hard to initially bite into, but they still taste really good! Especially with milk. 

Chocolate + milk = Delicious.

Another thing I love about this recipe is that there's no actual cooking involved. So if you don't end up having to do like all of the mixing by hand, it's actually pretty quick and easy. They make great finger foods at parties. Trust me. This is how I discovered them in the first place!

So there you have it! Ta-Da! Oreo balls.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go eat one. Or two. Or—no, probably just two.

But we'll see...

Hello December

For me, December is always synonymous with Christmas. The holidays. The rush of excitement that comes from finding the perfect gift. How cozy I feel when I bundle up in my coat, scarf, gloves, and Uggs.

Lights? Check!
Where to put them? Uh...

So whenever December officially arrives, I always get really excited.

I mean, extra excited. I put up my tree weeks ago. Before Thanksgiving. And I'm not ashamed. I have my wreath hanging, my candles dispersed, my lights—okay, well they aren't hung yet. But it's my first holiday season at my new apartment, and I'm not quite sure where to put them yet. I discovered there's no outlet on my balcony. So I don't know. We'll see. I need to at least get some garland. But you get the idea.

Cold weather just makes me feel very warm, safe, and cozy. Even when it gives me a runny nose. Although frankly, I blame that on the bipolar weather here in College Station. Example—Right now it is 59º according to my phone. With a high of 65º. However, Saturday the forecasted high is...79º.

Yes. Almost 80º. It kind of makes me sick. I'm wondering how this city didn't get the memo about it being officially December! It's seriously conflicting with my cold-weather fantasies.

But I'll live. I'll just turn my AC back on and pretend. I have a very good imagination.

In other news, finals are fast approaching. Monday is the last day I'll actually have normal class, then the week after...finals.

I have mixed feelings about this semester coming to a close. On the one hand, I have spent a lot of time stressing and complaining about the classes and workload I've had going on these past few months. I'm burnt out on writing papers, reading—especially reading theories that I completely disagree with. I've had several classes where I can do nothing but sit back and keep my mouth shut, try not to roll my eyes, because really...disagreeing isn't worth running the risk of making an enemy out of the person who's ultimately deciding my grade for the class. It's kind of annoying. But then, on the other hand, if all goes as planned, next semester will be my last semester. Then I'll graduate. And while I can't wait, and am super excited to graduate, I'm also starting to realize that I really do enjoy college. For all of the complaining, I enjoy classes. I even enjoy going to classes. And taking page after page of predominately useless notes. I'm not sure that I'm ready for life after college—but I'm also not sure that I'll be pursuing grad school. At least not right away.

So there's that. A conglomeration of mixed feelings about the end of this semester, plus excitement about Christmas and all that it entails. Like a break from school, seeing friends from out of state—I'm lookin' at you, Matt—holiday shopping, hot chocolate, and Christmas lights.

I can't say for sure, but I have a feeling that this holiday season is going to be awesome.

I spent way too much time making this stupid flow chart. I apparently am not good at making them. But here is a really poorly portrayed layout of what I spend my December doing. And/or thinking about.

Fig. 1.1—Crappy Little December Flowchart

Christmas Spirit

My grandmother, Super Granny, always used to give me presents—Surprises, she called them—whenever she would visit. Some of the best ones came near the holidays. There would always be one, usually in November, that would be Christmas-related. To help us get in the Christmas spirit.

The first Christmas ornament of the season!

Christmas is my favorite holiday, anyway. And Christmastime is my favorite time of year, too. But it's also the time of year that I miss Super Granny the most.

So today, despite the fact that I'm well over a month early, I put my Christmas tree up. To get in the Christmas spirit.

I know what you might be thinking. "Why, it's only November 4th!" And you're right.

But I love to go all out for Christmas, and if I'm going to spend so much time and money decorating, why shouldn't I get some good use out of it?

I'll probably wait until after Thanksgiving to put out my wreath, but I have every intention of putting my Christmas lights up soon. Possibly this weekend.

If you don't like it, too bad. I'm going to play the adult card. You know, the, "I'm an adult and I can do what I want and you aren't the boss of me so there!" card. Christmas decor always makes me feel warm and cozy. I think my house looks its best at Christmas, and I'm ready to prove my apartment can look its best this season, too.

I haven't gone overboard yet. But anyone who knows me will tell you...overboard isn't a stretch for me. So I imagine that the amount of Christmas related decorations in my apartment will, ah, multiply as the weeks go by.

For now, I've got my tree, several ornaments, and a welcome mat.

I actually spent most of the day in the car. I drove home from College Station yesterday for a doctors appointment today. After that, since I still have class on Friday, I drove back. I decided while I was home, I'd grab some of my Christmas stuff so that when I come back after Thanksgiving, I'll have less to haul.

I'd pretty much decided by the time I'd loaded it in my car that it was going up soon.

Then, when I got home, I couldn't resist—the box was staring at me, my tree all but begging me to give it some air.

"I am tree! I look taller than I really am!"

See? Not so tall.
And yes. I have a pink Christmas tree.

And my two boxes of ornaments? Practically crying out loud to be unwrapped and on display.

These guys are a little heavy for my tree branches.
So they're adorning my TV stand.

Apparently I was really into snowmen when I bought these.
Also, yes, I bought duplicates. There weren't enough single ornaments I liked to fill my tree with!
And lastly, yes, I know this is an abnormally long photo-caption.
Sorry.

My welcome mat, which I thought had been lost to several unfortunate incidents with a puppy and pee (but had made a remarkable comeback) was simply dying to get a second chance.

"I'm clean again!!!"

Who am I to refuse the Christmas spirit?

Pink tree + ornaments + lights = Happiness.

I see London, I see France...

It was two in the morning. And admittedly, I should have already been in bed, but I wasn't. I got wrapped up in Fatal Attractions—why, why, why would you handle poisonous snakes with bare hands??—and could only bring myself to turn off the T.V. when they started playing re-runs. So then I took Tucker out for his last potty break of the night, and that's when it dawned on me.

It felt amazing outside. There was a chill in the air, a rather boisterous breeze. After spending a day on campus in almost-ninety degree weather, it was bliss.

So I came back inside, flung open the balcony door (okay, well, it's a sliding door, so..."flung" is just for dramatic effect), turned off every light except my nightlight, and kicked back on the sofa. I could feel the cool breeze, was enjoying listening to the sound of the wind and some crickets, had started to feel completely relaxed. The perfect way to wrap up a long day.

And then the SUV drove up. It might have been a Jeep. I'm really not sure. I can only attest to the fact that it was silver and full of girls.

They parked it in front of my building; not a totally unusual occurrence, since they apparently just needed to drop their friends off. Out emerged two tanned and dolled up girls. Back from a night of partying, I assume. Laughing, giggling, staggering. Drunk. And if there had been any question of their intoxication in my mind, out it went when I heard, "Oh my god, I am so drunk!"

They made it up to the sidewalk well enough, and their friends drove away past my building, did a U-turn at the next one, and decided it would be like, super fun to honk at their friends as they headed for the exit. Their inebriated friends laughed and waved and stumbled towards what I can only assume is their apartment.

It might be super fun for you two, but honey, it's two in the morning. The rest of us are not quite so amused.

After these two girls disappeared, I resumed lounging on the sofa. I was thinking, "Okay. Noisiness is over, enjoy the breeze. Relax again. Then go to bed."

But no such luck. I soon learned that the noisiness was not over at all.

Suddenly, instead of just the sound of the wind, I heard muffled country music and the roar of an engine. A red convertible Mustang pulls up, blaring his stereo—loud enough that I can hear it from the third floor of my building even though he has his windows up. And can I just say that, at two in the morning, it doesn't matter what kind of music you're listening to; if it's cranked up, it's annoying.

He parked facing away from me, headlights still on, and killed the music. So then I thought, "Well that's nice. At least he switched it off before opening his car door or rolling down a window." Only then, instead of shutting off his car and getting out, he just sat there. The headlights stayed on. And then the music turned on again.

He sat there for several minutes and then, lo and behold, who should come back on the scene but the two not-so-sober girls from before. I could hear them before I could see them, giggling and laughing, as if completely unaware of the fact that it's now two thirty in the morning and most people are trying to sleep.

They walked between my car an the car next to me, headed for none other than Mr. Mustang. Who knew?

Both of them were still stumbling a bit, and one of them ran into the car parked next to me. Her friend said something along the lines of, "Watch out for the car," or, "Don't hit the car." To which the other girl replied, "As long as it's not my car!" and, as she laughed in a manner that said, "Heheh, I'm such a rebel," she proceeded to purposefully bump into the car next to me several times as she passed by, using whatever it was she was holding in her hands to thump along the side.

Sweetheart, that's not cute.

And then, the kicker. The punch line. The you've-got-to-be-kidding-me moment.

As I watched them head for the Mustang, worried that next they'll decide it'd be funny to bang against my car, I realized that one of the girls wasn't wearing quite what she was wearing when she got dropped off.

Somewhere along the way, she had lost her pants. And shoes. All that's left is a top and her underwear.

This didn't seem to phase her at all. I had to do a double-take to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. I thought, "Surely those shorts are just really short, because normal people don't hang around outside of an apartment building in their underwear, right?"

Wrong.

They were most definitely not shorts.

I just can't imagine. Even when drunk, I have never had the urge to show myself in public in my panties. In fact, even when I've had perhaps a bit too much to drink, I come home, make it up the stairs to my third-floor apartment, pop a leash on my dog, and take him out to use the bathroom before we go to bed. So I don't know what this girl's excuse is...

The last thing I heard her say as she and her friend headed back inside for the second time? "Oh my gosh! I can't believe I did that! I am so embarrassed!"

Well, hindsight is 20/20. And I, for one, didn't need to sight your hind.

Live and learn.

Get'choo some.

I got all these cartoons from NatalieDee.com. She is hilarious. I deserve no credit for them. I'm just sayin'.