"I'm never going to live down the Cotton Candy Incident am I?...didn't think so."

Have you ever been talking and wish you would just SHUT UP? I do this all the time! I'll be rambling off about something completely stupid for a good twenty minutes regardless of the voice in my head yelling for me to stop.

Just a thought.

Oh, by the way, don't use a the braided pretzel twists with the small hole down the center as mini binoculars, regardless of how funny it may seem to you at that moment...the crumbs getting in your eyes really hurts!

...Ok, ummm, yeah, wow I'm weird.

My new HT came over tonight. His name is Mike but he looks just like this dude named Christian. He brought a random dude with him because his companion moved. As we talked about Vegas I mentioned the drunk chick Honeyman and I saw on the Strip at 1 a.m. She was saying "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" to everyone around her. Hilarious. I was also talking about this very drunk dude and his incredibly drunk father. As I was telling the HTs about them I realized I was about to act out what they said.

Oh dang it. I'm going to use my drunk voice. I just met these guys, they really don't need to hear my drunk voice. Stop before it's too late! Don't do it, Susannah! STOP! Dang...you did it. You just had to do that, didn't you?
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Wait...they're laughing. Ah-ha! They loved it! And a point goes to me.

I really never know what to do while the one dude gives the lil lesson. I hate when it's two on one. Every flippin' time he looks up from his reading I feel like I have to nod. I'm like a bobble-head! What else do I do? Look quizzically? Look like I'm having an epiphany? Stare at his bad haircut? I tried looking blankly, but then he asked if I agree. Blast him!