Who stole my tonsils?

Cuz this morning...er...afternoon...I have this odd tingling sensation at the back of my throat where my tonsils should be. Could have been the smoke. Could have been the screaming for my favorite drag queen of all time. Could have been the random people grabbing me for a new years kiss. I hope no one was contagious. Would hate to have to hunt people down and sue them for giving me germs, because that would be all kinds of time consuming and costly. Maybe it was the drunk chic who decided that she needed to come into my stall while I was mid stream and stand there and wait to use the potty after me. She was checking herself in the mirror (no locks and handicapped stall in case anyone needed me to clear that up) and I was all like, "Excuse me, can't you see that I am a little busy here and WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH!"

She was all (slurred), "Oh take your time, honey! I can wait. How ya doing there? Having a Happy New Year and all?"

I was all zipping up and trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible so I could go to another bathroom at the complete opposite end of the bar to wash my hands. I don't mind drunk people and all, just not all up in my stall. Especially while bidness is going on. Should have borrowed some duct tape from a queen to tape the door shut...

Anyway. We survived. A good time was had by all. Punk went with her dad to go see the fireworks downtown after she ate pizza with him. She said she had a fun time. Yay!

My new Crocs that I got from my mom for Xmas held up really well. My feet didn't hurt at all except for my pinkie toes which were rubbed the wrong way, but I bribed them and sweet talked them and now we have made nice.

And I just noticed that when I added that picture to my blog for you nice folks to check out my awesome shoes...blogger decided that my sentence structure and spacing in between sentences was not to its liking and decided to change that for me. Well call me a corn dog and bite me. That just sucked buckets and now I have to go back and change it all. BRB. OK, back.

So anyway. Just wanted to make sure everyone got off on the right note this year with a couple of references to other blogs that I think are absolutely hilarious. Laughter is the best medicine to cure all your ills, right? Let's hope the hangovers are a distant memory. We wouldn't want you laughing til you puke, now, would we?