Monday’s Nun: 3/24/08

Happy Easter

Peep Show…

and, ultimate peep show…

Photohunt 3/22/08: metal

Metal bars across the windows at our hotel last summer in Puerto Rico

(and NO, we weren’t in jail… *wink*)

Dear Diary,

Quite likely all that partying in Vegas really is going to kill me… 

Swollen glands, fever, sore throat– apparently not EVERYTHING stays in Vegas (as I definitely brought this bug back with me).

Woe is me…     at least I got me some good basketball games to watch while hunkering down on the couch.

Affectionately, Contessa Confessa

Vegas: 21-style

When you travel to Vegas with two 21-year-olds, and party like a 21-year-old, you come home feeling like a 101-year-old…

Good lord, I’m tired. But the benefits of doing Vegas with two, young beautiful girls was UNBELIEVABLE. Free VIP tickets and an escort to the front of the line in EVERY top Vegas club (so glad I didn’t pay for a VIP concierge service). No need to wait in line, and no need to buy any of our own beverages. Everything was FREE, FREE, FREE.

(Although you nearly killed your momma, I had one hell of a time… )

Monday’s Nun

Posted late due to fact that I was in Vegas yesterday (yeah, baby!)

I think I’m white… ?

but, after reading “Stuff White People Like,” I find myself very, very confused– 

• I never wear shorts in temperatures below 70*F
• I hate t-shirts
• My children are definitely not bilingual

Add in the fact that I have a general fondness for chicken with waffles, and damn…

I may be black.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!– and to think my parents had me convinced that I was of Irish Catholic descent (complete with freckle-faced, red-headed grandfather).  Honestly, does it GET ANY WHITER?

Something tells me I’m in for several more years of therapy…

(WAIT!– white people like therapy… no?)

Monday’s Nun: 3/10/08

Sex on the Brain

Yep, snowed in… 14″ they say… (+) or (-) a few flakes.  Shoveled the driveway x3.  Napped x2.  Dreamed about making love in the snow. 

Pray tell, would our bodyheat melt the snow beneath us… or, would we limp away blue and frostbitten (despite the smiles on our faces)? 

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