Today is my 100th post. Woofuckinhoo, huh? In honor of my 100th post, I'm going to do a little dance, make a little love and get down tonight. Get down tonight.
Actually, we're gearing up to go on a fishing/camping trip. I get to sleep in a tent and get bitten by bugs all night. I might even get eaten by a bear. Which would be a really sucky way to die. But even scarier than bears and bugs, Thomas told me that the place we're going is known to be inhabited by some scary fundamentalist, born again people.
The horror! The horror! Run for your lives!
I wonder if I'll be able to snag one with my fishing pole. Then I could have it mounted on a piece of wood and hang it over the fireplace.
I kid. Seriously. A born again mount just wouldn't go with my decor. Besides, I've heard that having a Christian hung over your fireplace is just so last year.
If I survive this trip, I'll write all about the thrilling adventure I'm sure it will be.