WARNING: The following post is going to be AWESOME!

Becca. Guess what. It COMPLETELY erased the post I was going to submit this morning. I'M SO MAD! It was going to be the greatest blog post in all of history and they erased it. Can you believe it? So inciteful, so witty, so many spelling and grammatical errors. It would've gone down in history books. A Lifetime movie would've been created based on that post. But now it's gone. Gone. Forever.

Random fact of the day: Yesterday was Chuck Norris' birthday. His real name is Carlos Ray Norris. He turned 71. I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S 71!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That seems way to old. He'd be the coolest grandpa EVER!

Dear Bobby, aka Bobberino, aka The Bobster,

If you are reading this, I request that you become the next Chuck Norris.

Thanks.

Sincerely,
Already-Working-On-Your-Bobby-Steiner-Is-Awesome-Jokes

I have noticed that women appreciate bromances much more. I know I do. I hope that my future husband has a bromance. Kyle, my imaginary boyfriend, excuse me, finacee now, has a pretty sweet bromance with Prince William. It's adorable.

What's Bloxorz? I re-visited my old friend Sporcle yesterday for a little bit. Turns out I still remember all the countries of Europe, most of North America, and an "eh" amount of the Asian countries. I didn't try Africa but I'm pretty sure I only remember 2, Egypt and Turkey. (p.s. I know the second on isn't in Africa. It was a joke, but I didn't want people to think I was stupid.)

Mama G and I are going to look at another apartment during lunch today. I am really enjoying apartment hunting. The ones we're looking at today have wood burning fireplaces. I like that. You know what I'm envisioning right now? You+Me+Robes+Dickens+Glasses+Pipes+Bad Teeth+Roaring Fire=Super Awesome British Proper Night. Let it be so.

I've decided to become a trapeze artist. I read a Nancy Drew book about it once. It sounded thrilling. Plus I hear the circus is a great place to work. Wait, didn't I give that up for lent? After Easter I will join the circus. I wonder if the couple black hairs on my chin qualify me to be a bearded lady. Too much?

I need to stop playing with my hair. And wiping my nose with my sleeve. I'm sure I'm disgusting to sit across from on a date. Ask Chris Pine.

We do need to figure out a way to publicize our blog. Just think about it, if we get enough people to read it, we can start charging advertisers to put adds on our blog. Then we can quit our days jobs and just experience life then blog about it to each other. Me and my big dreams.

OHH NOO, CONTACT OUT OF PLACE! MUST ADJUST.... Much better.

I'm going to a coffeehouse tonight with Mama G and Aunt Kathy to see some group perform. I'll take notes on the coffeehouse.

My new trainer's name is Troy. I think I'm going to alternate between calling him T-Roy and T-Bone. Unless you have any other suggestions? Perhaps, T-Dizzle? T-Rizzle? Fo Shizzle.

Okay, this has gone on long enough.

If I think of anything else that's funny I'll blog it later.

Word,

R-Dawg