Went to a nephew's birthday party. To my shame, 2 slices of Chuck E. Cheese pizza, and some woeful excuses for mozzarella sticks and buffalo wings. FAIL.
I like the way the line runs up the back of the stocking.
Brittany is going to a fucking Twilight feast at the Drafthouse tonight, so I get to handle my own dinner. Not sure what I want, but seriously debating going and buying a bucket of Popeye's.
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