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And just as quickly as it arrived, Puke Fest 2006 faded off into the night. I think my favorite part was when I was talking to my socks, which I thought were my cat. Good times. I expected the house to be in a post-Katrina like state with clothes, toys, and food scattered throughout the rooms. Luckily, it wasn’t too bad and I was able to bring it back to “mom approved” specifications with only an hour or two of work.

I would write more, but I can’t see much since I’ve had to throw my contacts out since I’ve been wearing the same pair for, oh, about 18 months now. When I completely lose my eyesight at age 35, I’m gonna have nobody but myself to blame.