GB and I are currently enjoying relaxing on the lovely ambiance of our own kitchen floor.
(Wait, can you relax “on” ambiance? Not so much, right? But are we “in” the ambiance of our kitchen floor? No, but in the ambiance of our kitchen…can someone rewrite that sentence for me?)
I am feeling a little punchy, it’s true. The airbed we’re on right this minute (in the kitchen) takes up the entire kitchen floor–I have to lift the bottom part of the airbed to open the refrigerator. Fortunately, we have a lovely double sleeping bag that works well with this airbed, so we should be fine. Really.
GB’s mom and dad are on our bed, in the middle room, and my mom is on the “guest bed” in the Real Bedroom/my office. And…that’s all of our rooms, except the bathroom, and no one is currently sleeping in there. But it’s still early in the weekend.
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May 19, 2007 at 9:24 am
We have spare futons if the kitchen floor gets old. It’s BYOJB, though. (bring your own jim beam.)
May 19, 2007 at 10:44 am
Phantom, I am seriously considering your generous offer of futon…Have Beam, will travel! 😉
May 19, 2007 at 4:46 pm
Is it totally wrong that me and G-Love just died of hysterical laughing? I think the last line is really what put an already funny scenario over the top! Have fun with the ‘rents! And make sure GB isn’t too drunk during the ceremony!
May 21, 2007 at 2:46 pm
holy crap thats a lot of concentrated parents my friend. Im glad you had the jim beam!