Just to put everyone at ease, the guy currently being sought by Oklahoma City police who has been grabbing women's breasts as they jog on local trails, is NOT the boob guy. Yes, Randy likes boobs, but he is perfectly happy groping my boobs and does not bother other women. Ha, I saw that story in the paper this morning and it cracked me up. How lonely and desperate do you have to be to go grab boobies at jogging trails? Someone needs to introduce this guy to a strip club.
Anyway... Randy and I went to the lake again last weekend. We went to Eufala and stayed with Tony and Dusty. It was fun, but I didn't get to fish much so that bummed me out. The only fishing I did was from Tony's boat dock while waiting for everyone to get their asses loaded onto the boats. There was a houseful of people this trip. There were 9 of us sharing a 3 bedroom trailer. It was nuts, but fun.
The weekend was hell on my diet. I must admitt, I fell off the wagon a bit. It's hard to stay on track with so many temptations and when trying to have meals with a large group. Luckily I didn't do much damage. My weight stayed steady at 170. I was a little disappointed about not losing anything, but at least I didn't gain. After my minor dietary detour, I'm back on course and should lose some weight this week.
And now AudreysAudities.com is proud to present a new feature. It's time for"Some Lyrics to the Song That is Currently Stuck in Audrey's Head"
Stick shifts and safety belts
Bucket seats have all got to go
When I'm driving in my car
It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
Not way over in a bucket seat
I need you to be here with me
not way over in a bucket seat
But when we driving in my Malibu
It's easy to get right next to you
I say "Baby, scoot over please"
And then she's right there next to me
And that's how we play "Some Lyrics to the Song That is Currently Stuck in Audrey's Head". FYI, the song is called "Stickshifts and Safety Belts". It's by Cake and can be found on their 2nd album entitled Fashion Nugget
Wow this update has been a gigantic waste of time. Can you tell I have nothing to say? Some people who read this crap keep telling me I need to go try to write some kind of column for a newspaper. But that'll never work. What would I do the 50% of the time that I have nothing to say? No one wants to read this crap. Anyone who suggests that I write for a paper is nuts.
Time to call it quits. I need to go drop some friends off at the pool. Thank you for your time and as always, have a lovely day.