The premiere was wonderful. Several of the actors remembered me, and the few that didn’t remember me on the spot remembered me as soon as I mentioned things we’d talked about last year. Yes, I had a little too much to drink, laughed a little too loudly, and partied a little too hard. But I ate food, I looked good the entire time, and now I’m just waiting for the hot water heater to warm up another batch of water so I can take a bath and wash the fun off me. The plane ride to and from was pretty boring. I slept most of the time, and scribbled in my journal. I wanted to update Twitter, but there was no internet on the plane.
I had a little bit of alone time, and I cleaned up my sites a little. I got the side bars on this page to actually look good. It looks pretty clean and neat now! Even in page mode, it looks nice. I managed to tweet a few times from the dinner hall. One of the actors who remembered me from last year kept making sexual innuendos at me. Finally, the other actor sitting next to him nudged him and said, “At least pretend you have some respect for her. Her husband is sitting right next to her.” I had to smile at that.
Yes, I played around in Las Vegas. I know if I lived on the Pacific coast, I’d always be pregnant. For you see, my husband and I constantly have unprotected sex. It’s his God’s way of having fun without sinning. However, I’ve only managed to get pregnant three times, not counting the time I got pregnant last year and had to lose the baby. Every single time I have unprotected sex on the west coast, I get pregnant. Someone told me that’s because I’m closer to the sun or the pull of the ocean or something. I doubt it.
Matt screwed up watching the kids while my husband and I were in Las Vegas. He fell asleep on our bed with a bottle of red wine and it spilled onto the white quilt. So he did the intelligent thing and washed the quilt with pure chlorine bleach and a bottle of ammonia and the Haz-Mat team showed up last night. Good thing I wasn’t home! Dennis says we’re going to get a new quilt, because on top of Matt making mustard gas, he ruined the quilt. It’s all a smudged mess.
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