Woot Woot and an Extra Woot!

I just bought New Moon tickets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Preparations...77 Days and Counting...

The topic of conversation last night was how we were going to smuggle booze into the movies and who was going to drive us to and from said movies.

I've been jonesing for one of those nifty Twilight lunchboxes, so I thought that maybe I could get one and use the thermos for my liquor. I went online this morning and the one that I really want, with the whole cast on it, is like a hundred million dollars (well, actually $99, but I work for the state, yo!). On Amazon, you can order the lunch box along with the band-aids for a cool $112. Seriously? I mean, I'd love for Robward to kiss my boo boos and make them better then take me on a picnic with his very own lunch box, but I ain't got that kinda cash. So the search continued...

I reminded myself that I'm really just looking for a pocketbook-sized container to hide vodka and that *ta da* a flask would be perfect! And whaddya know...I found one! For $15.99. With Robward's smokin' hot mug on it. Purchased.

And for the conundrum of who was going to do the driving, we elected our ever-willing and oft-abused friend Justin. He doesn't drink (check for DD) and is only 22 (check for fitting in with all the tweens). Perfect. I'm buying him a ticket and guilting him into going with us, but not letting him know about this plan until the last minute. Not giving him time to come up with an excuse like, "I have to work" or "I hate you."

Silky Smooth

Look what I just bought! (I know they've been out for a while. Things happen slowly in Northeastern North Carolina).

Did I need razors? Yes.

Did I need Twilight razors? Some would argue no, but I'm gonna go with a resounding abso-fucking-lutely yes!

Shiny Silver Volvo...FAIL!

Hurricane Bill vs. The Shiny Silver Volvo (and stupid tourists)

I'll refrain from the True Blood references because, basically, I hate Bill and I know that Robward could kick his ass and would never be so stupid as to drive his Shiny Silver Volvo into the ocean.

One of the few perks of living where I do during tourist season is that there are lots of things like this to make fun of...

Rob Plus Chocolate And Caramel...

Equals: Better Than Sex

A co-worker brought me New Moon chocolate this morning. You know it's going to be an ok day when you have choco-Rob waiting for you in your office before 8 a.m.

I Want To Suck Your Chest, Horney Style.

I didn't get the "me giving 2 thumbs up in front of the New Moon poster" picture. The theater was really crowded, we were late getting there, and on the way out we were so dumbfounded by the poofy-haired hippies riding horses that I forgot about it (don't go see Taking Woodstock, by the way. It sucked). Leighann and I were going to go back to the mall Saturday to buy Landen a mini Rogers 22 jersey, but apparently they don't make them for infants. Bastards. So, I need to go see another movie. Any suggestions? I think I've seen everything that's out that I wanted to see...

Anyway, I had a very relaxing weekend. Bought baby clothes with hedgehogs on them. Yep, hedgehog onsies. Absolutely incredible. I love hedgehogs. I love my godson. I love my godson wearing hedgehog clothes. I love it in the Twilight commentary when Bella's coming out of the bookstore and Rob asks if that's supposed to be him looking at her through the bushes and when they say no, he says it must be a hedgehog. Hedgehogs, Rob, Landen. Perfection.

Hedgehog

Rob

Landen

We watched True Blood from 7:00 p.m. until 3:30 a.m and then again this morning after we got up. Season 2 marathon. It was quite spectacular and a wonderful refresher for the upcoming season finale. As you may have read in a previous post, I wasn't too happy with True Blood towards the middle of the season. I've changed my opinion. It's gotten super good over the past few episodes. One word...Eric.

So you know after the Fellowship guy blows himself up and Eric gets shot and asks Sookie to suck the bullets out? It was about 2 a.m. when we watched that episode and the following is a series of text messages between Brad (who was in Philly. Fuck Philly) Leighann, and myself.


Leighann: I want to suck ur chest, horney style
Brad: Oh god. What? I'm coming
Meg and Leighann to each other: "What do you think he means by that?"
Brad: I might jizz [sorry, I know that mental image is gross. But that's what he said]
Meg and Leighann to each other: "Oh."
Leighann (per Meg): Rob's way ahead of you. Better hurry!
Brad: I will. Oh I will.

I couldn't find a picture of the actual sucking.
This one'll do, and it doesn't have that bitch Sookie in it.

I'll have a Coke and a Rob, Thank You Very Much...

Well, he's back. Thank Christ. I was really starting to go through withdrawal. Which is funny and sad, all at the same time. I'm going to see Taking Woodstock tonight, and I'm psyched not for the movie but because there's a New Moon poster at the theater. Yep. Straight jacket, coming right up.

Thanks to ROBbsessed for the picture. Check them out to see more.

He's squinting because his attraction to me is blinding him...