"Hi, you're cute." "Thanks. Why don't I just swat yer face."

So then I wait patiently for Mojo to electrocute himself on the Xmas lights, which I have yet to take down. Revenge takes time.

And I don't think I will take the lights down. I like them. Chris can kiss my grits if he thinks it looks white trash. His frickin' 8-foot bike blocking the downstairs bathroom and his Xbox Live cable wires hanging down from the loft pretty much take care of that.

SO. Chris and I spent a long weekend up at a buddy's cabin in Pinetop. It was a perfect weekend - played glow-in-the-dark frisbee at night, kicked everyone's ass at 90's trivia, curled up by the fire and read trashy magazines, flirted with icy ponds, and ate a whole helluva lot.

In my quest to prove my true divinity, I proved to the world that I can walk on water. Oh yes. It was ice, but whatever. I've never seen a frozen pond or lake in the state of Arizona so I was inordinately excited and slid all over the place. I walked out to the middle until it started to sound crunchy and Chris ordered me to return. It was pretty frickin' cool.

Aren't we just the cutest frickin' Element commercial?