NaNaNaNaNaNaNaNa…Batman! Er, Batgirl! (Now that you know I was trying to do the Batman theme, go back and sing the first line.)
Kiefer and I went to Rehoboth Beach this weekend. You know who did a lousy job of putting sunblock on?
This gal. (::thumbs pointed at me::)
There is a bright red sunburn on my chest in the shape of a bat. Grrrreat.
Lesson Learned: Half-heartedly smearing on sunblock leaves you with a lobster-red chest contrasted with bright white cleveage.
Living Dilbert spent the entire week at the beach, and she posted some funny stuff that she overheard. This is what I overheard:
I love beer, man. If I was in a bathtub full of beer, I would drink myself out. (Note to self, never let this guy use my bathroom. Or near my beer.)
Her ex used to give her a couple thousand dollars a month to buy clothes. She got used to that life style and now she sleeps with guys for money. (I need to get the name of her Sugar Daddy ex.)
But my chocolate-covered Twinkie will melt…. (This one may have been me.)
The broken shells hurt my feetsies. Will you please carry me in and out of the water? (Ok, this one was me, too.)
And last but not least…
::Burp:: (To really hear the burp, imagine it coming from Beaker from the Muppet Babies.)
That was weak.
Nice to know that Kiefer and I still have some firsts. Apparently I need to practice my burping.