Stella cut my hair. I like it.
Gabriel and Leo (Stella's son and Gabey's BFF (which is convenient)) got to spend some much needed and oft neglected quality time together.
I successfully wore white pants.
I had lots of fun.
Leo broke Gabriel's face.
Stella experienced some pants malfunction.
I didn't see ANY of my other Chico friends.
I did, however, run into Donkwad on Saturday night. You should forgive my misspelling of fail. I was Angry Texting.
Weekend Points of Interest:
I went to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time ever. It was just as vaguely creepy as I've always envisioned.
On Saturday, with the boys playing in the living room, and Stella in there with them, I crawled into her bed. At some point I thought she crawled into bed with me. And was spooning me. And then she put her paw on my face. And I'm fairly certain that Stella does not have paws. It turned out to be her Great Dane puppy. Spooning me. I had been wondering why Stella's breath was so unappealing.
Saturday night I started taking pictures of strangers. Every time I did, someone offered to take a picture of me.
I'm hosting a giveaway at Disgraced Shopping. It's a good one, so you should check it out.