Earlier in the week Stan and Walter had some friends over. They played a game of Hearts, which I have to say was highly entertaining for me as the observer.
I must say I'm super duper thrilled with my new scanner. Exhubby owned the last one I used, so naturally he took it when he moved out. :( But it's ok! I ended up getting a much nicer and newer version of his recently, and it's just awesome. I actually got it because a while back my GPS Susu (yes I name my electronics) died on me. Luckily I had a warranty with Best Buy for it and took it in for a replacement. Turns out they didn't have my model in stock or the comparable one. But then Ben pointed out I didn't have to use the $500 on a new GPS. In fact I could use it for a smartphone, which I'd been pining for, for quite some time now. So I caved and finally, finally upgraded to my very first smartphone! ...and I LOVE it. I have no idea why I went so long without one. Damn thing is like crack...not that I would know what that's like, but still. His name is Vic. :) I went with the new Droid Incredible 2, or something. All I know is it's awesome and I love it so. And it was nowhere near $500 so I got to keep all the leftover after the phone and warranty and what not. So I used it to buy my new scanner and some Archer DVDs. Go me.
Later in the week I went out with friends and accidentally shared a 3lb alcoholic ice cream drink with someone. The concept sounds awesome until they bring it to you and then halfway through it you suddenly remember you're lactose intolerant and forgot any pills you could take to minimize the damage. Lol. Yeah. I spent the next day or so regretting my decision. I can usually have some, but I have to be careful how much I have in a given time. :( Which sucks because I love cheese so much.
I was hoping to go running the next day. Brain wanted to, but stomach overruled the decision that day.
Speaking of alcohol the boys went and got more the other day. We already have a lot but apparently were out of the important ones, including whiskey. Lol. My dad is a big whiskey aficionado so I sometimes come off as a bit elitist about the stuff. I don't mean to. :P
Poor Stan.
Oh oh, that's right. So 4 weeks ago I damaged my leg in softball, sliding onto base. It started out with my ankle and then over the course of the next few weeks it got worse and worse each time I slid. I thought maybe I was doing it wrong, until the 3rd time/week a team member pointed out that I was doing it right but I didn't have any knee socks for protection.....derp. So I finally got some but not before the damage made my leg look like a monster ate it. My workmates said it could have passed as a zombie leg. Lol. I thought the monster concept was cuter....and less...brainy.
It's looking a lot better now. It'll scar, but now I'll have a good story for it.
So that's all I have for now. The past 2 weeks were alright. I'll leave with a few extra pictures though. The first one is a picture of me, drawn by my friend Dante.
I made her sign it incase she gets famous. :)
The last 2 were ones I couldn't think of a good story for. They're of Ben and me.
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