Gone Fishing!

Well, not me, the boy-half of Wonk. He got up at the butt-crack of dawn this morning, grabbed his pole (that's what she said!) and headed off to the Deschutes River with his buddy. Although I am miss him this weekend, it also gives me some time to Do Whatever I Want. I slept in really late and didn't get out of bed until even later. I took a shower much later than that. I got my nails did (more on that later), rented some Chick Flicks that, to be fair, he usually will watch with me but I try to spare him as much as possible. I also straitened up the pad, went to the bank, the grocery, and donated some food, so I am not a totally lazy, selfish biatch. I am not sure when he is coming back tomorrow, but I am looking forward to another morning of sleeping in shamefully late at least!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to burning CDs, spying on the Newly Batchelorized Neighbor's shennanigans, hanging out with Las Gatas, watching my movies, and eating my favorite dinner of pate, brie, and crackers. Yay me!

The Wonk