I'm Crying So Hard, There Are Tears Every Where!

... No this is not a sad blog. Actually it may prove to be quite HI-larious...

Last night, after work, while suffering a headache, Collin and I were laying on the bed talking and joking about stuff. I don't remember what led to us doing this but we started acting extremely childish, and were essentially spitting on each other (via razzing... It's not like we were hacking up loogies to spit on each other...) and this escalated into us slobbering on our hands and then wiping the saliva on the other person. At one point Collin went to slobber on my forehead and I freaked out, whimpering like a battered housewife (and no, I find nothing comical about domestic abuse, it's just a good analogy...) because I thought he had licked my forehead. Turns out he didn't, he just pretended to do so. My reaction sent him into a fit a laughter, and then I started laughing. So, here we lay, on the bed, laughing so hard we could barely breathe when he blurts out, "I'm crying so hard.... .... There are tears everywhere!!!"

This made us laugh even harder. One, there weren't that many tears (it's not like tears were flying out of his eyes like water from a garden hose) and two, he was laughing so hard when he said it he sounded slightly hysterical and his voice was a little higher in tenor than normal (think Will Ferrill when he's burying John C Reily in Step Brothers). It was cah-razy.

After we finally stopped laughing (about five minutes later) Collin went and got me coffee for my headache. It was so sweet of him. The laughing helped too.

This weekend was awesome. We had a great little trip on Sunday, and there are pictures on MySpace. Sadly we need a new camera, because ours is having issues but hey it's old. If June goes as well as we hope then we will get a new camera to last until we can get the one I REALLY want: The Canon Rebel t1i... It's a little spendy...

While we were driving home from the store Monday morning, I expressed to Collin my concern about squirrels, and my constant fear that one day, one is gonna fall on the hood of my car while I am driving down the street. The squirrel will then latch onto my windshield wiper blade, while holding a knife in his mouth (kind of pirate style). Then once he gets his footing he would be brandishing his little squirrel knife at me in a ninja like stance.

As I was going over this fear Collin brought to my attention a way to subdue the Ninja/Pirate squirrel (I now imagine him to have an eyepatch and maybe a peg leg...). He said that if I was lucky the squirrel would be a "Fancy" and, if he was standing just right, I could squirt him in the butt with the windshield washer fluid, then I would have a friend for life. If he's not a Fancy Ninja/Pirate squirrel then I am totally hosed and he'll just be even more likely to kill me... I guess it's all a game of chance....

Now back to my slave labor... I mean day job...