We've Got Ourselves a Game

Ladies and Germs, it is official. With the passing of JP2, we have had our first official entry into this year's Death Pool (or Pool 'O Death as some like to refer to it).

Steve has chosen to mourn JP2's passing by making everyone drink blue Jell-o shots. Hmm...Steve, I don't know if that is what the Big Guy had in mind...but it sure sounds like a lot more fun!

Congrats Steve, your small victory is well deserved!

Also, sorry I haven't written. As some of you may have already figured out, I have been held captive by Grace and Steve. They are such wonderful hosts. Steve makes sure that everyone always has a drink and Grace squeezes out guacamole like nobody's business. Anyway, I am trying to talk them into officially adopting me. It will be fun! C'moooooon! I will even do the laundry! I think I will just visit them every weekend until they finally give in! And hopefully just in time for DAW (Daughter Appreciation Week)!!

Also, I would like to add to Larry's post about a couple of weeks ago that at one point in the evening, he wiped my nose. Yup...I had a little bit of yogurt on the end of my nose from my shot and before I knew what was happening...Larry just wiped it right off for me. What a guy!! Thanks, Sweetie! Also, for the record, I swear I did not drink as much beer as Grace and Larry would like to have you think. Can I help it if they started hours before me!??! I was just trying to catch up! Geesh! And I didn't get all crazy either. I had to work the next day!

Other than that, I am just getting used to living alone. It is starting to grow on me. My house has never been cleaner! And I have had plenty of time to think about what I want. Here is my big list:

1. Someone who will pick me up, take me to dinner and pay for it.
2. ummm...I guess that's it.

So much for my high standards...