We played this strange game Saturday night at Kellie's "house-warming" party after most of the guests left. You picked a card and asked a question, which everyone answered. Then someone had to guess who answered what. One was "what is your ideal weight?" I put 110. Geez, what would I look like if I lost 16 pounds (or less, depending on the PMS)? Maybe I should rethink that goal.

So, Kellie has this house warming party in celebration of getting the hell out of Cartersville (aka, boondocks, hickville, etc.), and getting a cool new apartment/furniture. I didn't notice she was drinking that much, but she ended up locking herself in the bathroom around 10:30. She didn't come out until midnight, only to go straight to bed. Luckily, the apartment across the hall was vacant and unlocked. We just took a roll of toilet paper over there and used the bathroom there. We even discussed moving the party over there to avoid Kellie and Jason having too much of a mess to clean up.