Monday Mishmash

St. Gorton's graduation went without a hitch. He liked the table I made for him. (See left.) I finally met his roommate and he's not as crazy as I thought he'd be. He's actually quite articulate and intelligent for being such a wild and wacky guy, much like St. G.

My only mishap occured at 11:30pm Friday night. I had to make an emergency run to the 24 hour MallWart because stupid me forgot an essential toiletry item. MallWart at 11:30pm on a Friday night is a frighteningly hoppin' place for being in the middle of bumfucknowhere. Guess when there's nothing else to do, why not stock up on cheap plastic crap?

Last night Baby G and I had some pals over to watch Desperate Housewives. None of us had any clue what was going on as none of us regularly watch the show. We just used it as an excuse to gorge on pizza and catch up on gossip.

D&M of Dogblog fame called last night and left a voice mail asking why I don't talk about my new job here at HN. Well, I guess I've been cryptic for 2 reasons: 1) I didn't want to jinx anything before I knew anything for sure, and 2) the whole situation honestly didn't hit me until Saturday afternoon when I was driving home from St. G's. Kind of an oh my god, life isn't going to suck so hard anymore! moment, ya know? There you have it, another very unglamorous secret revealed.