Balls!

Old balls, sticky balls, hairy balls, ew! So, obviously my topic is balls. You know, the beans of the frank and beans. Have you been as lucky as I to have seen these? Well, the other morning on my ever growing commute to work, I was oh so lucky enough to have a truck pull up in front of me with these hanging from the bumper. So, obviously, because I am such a peach in the morning, I got a bad attitude and started thinking how dumb you'd have to be to put some fake balls on the back of your vehicle. Then, I started thinking that if you have to put some fake balls on the back of your vehicle, maybe your balls aren't so big. I don't know, you know how I get when I get pissy. My mind just gets crazy. So, I'm about to ask the old question. Why are people so stupid? I mean, seriously. Come on. Balls on the back of your vehicle? I think that ranks worse than the Calvin Pissing On...sticker. Ugh.

So moving on. This weekend was the camping trip. While we didn't camp for real (we stayed in a cabin), Jason wanted to cook like we were really camping. We got a chuckle from it. Overall, we had a good time. Even with the burnt hash browns (Jason!) We didn't get to go floating because the water was up and oh so cold, but we did go to Onondaga Cave and then later we watch Jason almost drown. Good times!

This weekend, my future brother-in-law is graduating with his triple E degree, and while I'm in Columbia, I have my first fitting for my bridesmaids dress, and then we're going shopping with my mom and Matt's mom for dresses for the wedding. Again, good times! NOT! So, after getting back on Sunday night, I've got to start packing for Florida. We leave on Wednesday. No rest for the weary, I tell ya!