We’re planning on staying in tonight and tomorrow.  We bought $50 worth of food and crap at the store before Eddie left tonight, so we’ve got enough to get us to Sunday when we go to Mom’s house.  Tonight?  Buffalo chicken strips and fries, with assorted alcoholic beverages made from the leftover booze in the booze cabinet.  So far we each have a vodka and Coke, which uses up all the vodka in the house.  We’ve also got a large bottle of tequila brought direct from Mexico and half a small bottle of Jägermeister that I bought last spring.  Obviously, I don’t imagine that either of us will be able to type by the end of the night, and to make matters more interesting, Eddie’s making a packy-run tomorrow because we conveniently live around the corner from a small store that has a decent selection of decent and not so decent booze.

For some reason, I imagine that tomorrow he’ll come home with something good for himself, and a $2 bottle of Mad Dog or Midnight Hobo or Old English for me.  *blech*  As long as it’s something good, I’ll drink it, and I have a feeling that this might be a rather blurry weekend.  This can be a good thing, because while I’m drunk Eddie is more easily seduced by my womanly wiles, and if the sex is as good as it was last night (ever had great sex and wake up still horny?  I was like that all day), I hope that I can remember it.
Pickle is starting to be a bit less obsessive about the back of the TV stand, although she does still go back there at least once a day.  She’s also picked up a few peculiar habits that are absolutely adorable.

First of all, she’s developed a habit of kissing me.  Or, at least that’s what I call it when I pick her up and she proceeds to make out with my chin.  She’ll sit there for 5 minutes or so and just slather me with little ferrety kisses until I finally have to put her down because it tickles too much.

Second, she sings.  Unfortunately I’m the only one who has seen this yet.  I had wound up a Christmas ornament with a music box in it, and she ran all around the living room dooking the entire time that it was playing.  I wound it back up a few times just to see it happen again, but she wouldn’t repeat her performance later when Eddie was home.

She’s still loving her long tube.  This afternoon she ran through it about 10 times at full speed, running out of the end and spinning around to run back into the same end, only to come out of the other end.  It was really, really cute.  Loud, because not only was she running through the foil tube as though I had plans to eat her, but she had left one of her plastic balls in the rube so that was making noise as well.  Add to the mess the sound of her bolting out and sliding across the hardwoods and you can imagine what it sounded like.