For awhile there I wasn't doing much of anything, which means nothing much to write about.

Then I did do a few things, but at varying times I was either too tired, too drunk, too hungover, too horny, or too busy to do an entry, or I was at work where my phone rings every two and a half goddamn seconds, or EVERY goddamn second should I be so foolish as to try to eat, write or carry on a conversation with someone while at my desk. The constant interruption does not do my writing skills any favors.

But, I'm going to take a crack at it anyway.

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with the lovely Fuzzmom's. They were kind enough to host at their house, so we hauled up a hash brown casserole, cheddar cheese biscuits, some lemon bars and a couple of six packs of hard lemonade, and they fixed the turkey and some yummy dressing and gravy and green bean casserole and chocolate mousse. A wonderful meal, everything was really good. We ate and talked for awhile, and then we sat around and talked some more, and then Mr. Fuzz broke out a bottle of vodka and got everyone all drunk and silly and we talked some drunken silliness for awhile, and then it was 2 a.m. Yes, we talked for the better part of NINE hours. My, how we do go on!

They are just so much fun to talk to... between the wisecracks and dirty talk and jokes and political ranting and more wisecracks and dirty talk, it was all just incredibly entertaining. It seems like we all "get" each other very well, and being the weirdos that the Prince and I are, that just doesn't happen to us very often. While shocking people can occasionally be a hoot (ok, more than occasionally to be honest,) there is something really amazing about being able to blurt out the wilder and goofier things that pop into my head and not get jaw-dropped silence in reply. The Fuzz's are cool with just about anything you can think of and then some.

So we popped in a movie at 2, and then when it was over they graciously offered our drunk asses their fold-out couch for crashing purposes. Which the Prince and I gratefully accepted, and in a rare moment of couth we didn't even have sex on it. Hardly even thought about it. Much.

So we slid out and headed home early the next morning, at like 7:30 because I am an insomniac freak and even when going to bed drunk at 4 I wake up at 7 all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, which lasted all the way until we got home at which point I fell into a coma on my bed until 2 in the afternoon.

So Friday was kind of a waste, but then on Saturday Dick FINALLY came through and made the trip down from Minnesota to visit his daughter. He got a motel room for himself and the Evil Childe to hang out in, and suddenly, the Prince and I had found ourselves having rare weekend alone.

Of which we took full advantage. Porn played continuously, much sex and masturbation and sex and more sex and LOUD sex was had all over the living room, and when we felt the need for sustenance other than the liquid protein kind (I know, ewwwwww,) we headed for the trashiest of white trash havens, the Old Country Buffet. (I know, ewwwwww. Except not really ewwwww, I actually like their baked fish, and instant mashed potatoes and cheap-ass gravy, and cooked frozen carrots, and worse yet I like it all smushed up together on the plate, because I am quite the conna-sewer of the white trash cuisine, I am.)

So let's see... dirty talk, drunkeness, porn, sex, questionable vittles... did I leave anything out? Oh, yeah... we also narrowly avoided being brainwashed into a cult.

On Sunday the Prince and I went to see the movie "What the (Bleep) Do We Know?" thinking it was going to be a cool little science-and-special-effects movie about quantum physics. Which it was, sort of, but there was also a lot of new age mumbo-jumbo mixed in with the science, and presented as if they were one and the same. There were all these "experts" talking about quantum physics and how we create our reality and all kinds of cool shit, but the odd thing was that they never actually said who all the experts were until the end of the movie. And most of them WERE experts in one field or another, quantum physics or neurology or psychology or what have you. And one of the "experts" turned out to be JZ Knight, the lady who channels an entity named Ramtha and has turned it into quite the lucrative little cult-like empire.

And when we went to the website for more information, turns out that all the filmmakers are affiliated with Ramtha's School of Enlightenment.

The Prince thought the movie was pretty goofy as he does not go for that New Agey kind of thing. Personally though, I thought the movie was way cool because I am all about the pseudo-science and alternative realities and shit, but I was pretty disappointed with the underhanded way they presented the whole thing.

It was still cool. But we managed to refrain from joining the cult.

So that's last week in a nutshell. Right where it belongs.

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