Dance lab ditching, temple giggles, Freddy Krueger's Christmas, night stair-running

Ready to RUN!!!

Neltje came as wingman to dance lab... but we ditched anyway. Off to la temple went Whitney, Neltje, and myself. We hit a FIT of giggles when I whispered to Whitney & Neltje if they had seen Mr. Krueger's Christmas. That led to a sick questioning about Freddy Krueger's Christmas... fits of giggles ensued. We should never go to the temple together again.

We is ready to RUUUUNNN!!

Night running is our 2-day habit. Work hard, play hard. We've gotten the latter down, but the first.. oooh...


Midnight came around and I was just about ready to shower. I didn't have any shampoo or conditioner, so I made a silent li'l resolve to hit Wal-Mart. I half-heartedly asked Neltje if she wanted to join. Affirmative. Whitney. Li'l Ames and Coben were already going to go, so they hopped on board.


Off we set in the U.S.S. Cecilly. That's right--the boat. Off we sailed for a two hour shopping experience for a total of twelve items.

Chocolate covered cherries: relive days of fat childhood.

Yummy snowman donut!

Entering the store, the fat kids were naturally attracted to the holiday assortment of fat goodies to stuff our faces with. Snowman-shaped donuts captured our hearts, so we journeyed to find more clearance food items. All to no avail. In the meantime, Neltje, Whitney, and I schemed to get Li'l Ames and Coben to fall in love--sending them off scurrying for a lemon. Naturally, they returned with the most grotesque looking lemon. But this lemon was of dire importante-ness! Our apartment smells like "butt," according to one anonymous roommate.
Plush pillow animal friends got Ames to giggle in delight; Neltje naturally headed for Hostess. Whitney was attempting to keep the demons under control; I was busy losing my credit card; Coben was all eyes for Ames. Naturally. Who thought that a 1 a.m. outta control Wal-Mart run would cause credit cards to be lost?? Who knew? But Whitney works miracles and FOUND it!
Checking out. Exiting the parking lot. The boat steered clear of the copper in the lot. He was there when we entered and freaked us out, but we had dismissed him from our mind to occupy our attentions with more delightful giggling in the store. But he was back. And we were determined to dodge him.
He thought otherwise.
After nearly running a red light, we carefully obeyed the laws of the land. I actually have an internal radar connected to all police cars on the system, and I can read the policemen's minds, so... um.... I'm actually the world's best cop in disguise. Like Batman. I actually can um... drop my voice four octaves to match his, so...
well, I delightfully screamed, insisting he was following us. Turn right. He follows. Slow down, he slows. Change lanes. Oh my gosh, we have a shadow. Yep, we're sunk. Like the Titanic. Our ship hit an iceberg when those red and blue flashing lights brightened our back window like Christmas lights. Only... watching the Christmas lights on our tree gives a LITTLE more of a thrill than watching police lights in the rearview mirror... not sure why.... Well, LUCKILY I actually got a license again (after losing it) and my car was repaired after failing inspection today. So... we were A-OKAY. He followed us to get on my grill about expired license. One step ahead of you, doooood.


Canyon Terrace. No parking spots. One open on the road which requires parallel parking. Only my greatest fear next to being attacked by gorillas. Nelly and Whitney taughted me how to parallel park!! JOYOUS!


Then the tots are cooked, donuts halved, music played, and nothing productive happening until about 3 a.m.


~*Giggle~*