Roll up a newspaper....


and hit yourself. If you don't supervise your mischievous puppy she can get into trouble like this, and it's nobody's fault but your own. This was her spare crate bed, foolishly left within puppy reach, sans protective cover.

Besides, when I found her like this, my heart just melted like ice cream left in the refridgerator by accident.

Party, sushi party.

Camille and Katy had a sushi party at their place. The evening was off to a great start. Here's what I can remember.


My trusty etch-a-cup of Asahi.


Which quickly became a deadly sake bomb.


Down the hatch. Look out below!


Leon, making the international exes-on-eyes distress signal for "I'm drunk."


Well, it was a sushi party...


But with dancing.


After a while, it all looked like this to me. Lovely times.

From the 7th dimension...


Where all french fries stay hot.

I really need to do some grocery shopping tonight. I've been eating horribly. Fast food burritos and sautteed, buttery things. Mmmm! Sauteed, butter things like mushrooms and brussels sprouts! But, I've gotten to where feel so uncomfortable in my own skin (and pants).

Today is St. Patrick's Day. I am (probably) not going out for green beer. Instead, I'll be catching up on 24 season 3 and pouting about how my boss said that I looked like Frodo today. Yes, it really happened.

Sigh.

By the way, 24 season 3 is so funny this time, but in a technologically rediculous way. Like Michelle will call Chloe's phone and Michelle shows up on Chloe's computer screen, like she's on video phone or a web cam. So weird. And why doesn't anyone ever eat on this show?!

By the way again, Leon thinks I need clocky. I am not sure if I should be amused or annoyed about this. What is so wrong with hitting the snooze? It's a very plesant, gradual wake up.

What the?

I thought that I had some funny snacks from Sweden.


Like Lion. Wait, I think this is British, sorry.


And Japp. Finally, a kosher, fashionable candy for those Jewish American Princesses.


The unfortunately named Cloetta Plopp.


And who could forget Crunky!? These days, you can't even get a party started without Crunky! But nothing could have prepared me for this....


Last night at band practice, Sabrina pulls out a snack for us. Obviously she thinks we are awesome and totally worthy of this snack because it's called: CRACK SANDWICH!


Let's get a closer look here. Whoa. I thought the Frenchmen were wild compared to the Brownettes, but check it out: the Frenchmen drink beer at practice, the Brownettes eat Crack Sandwich at practice! Just who is this on the package? A crack ho?


Huh, I guess not.

FYI, these did not taste like peanut butter. Or Egg Milk, whatever that is.