So I just saw my brother's entry on my blog, and, of course, I must reciprocate. I'm still on the Dayquill, so maybe this will be an interesting post. Don't know because I'm slowing getting my wits back. Bummer. So Mikey's in Texas, eh? Stupid jerk!!! Why does he get to drink beer in the sunshine and I have to freeze my ass like some kind of Innuit? I don't understand just how cosmic justice is meted out. Today's Ash Wendesday, so have to go to church tonight and get a little dirty. Yeah, you don't know what kind of fun we Catholics can have—go to church, get some dirt smeared on you, rub it in real good. Yeah, that's something to talk about. K, my shift's up, gotta go.

Of course, my brother thinks he's playing a little trick on me by making an entry on my blog because he thinks I've been slacking. Well, two can play that game, I say. Of course the George Foreman grill rocks, do I buy non-rocking gifts for my family. NO! I am the queen of rockalicious gift-giving. But, I pretty much rock all the way around. I'm so rockin', they call me Granite, Miss Jackson if you're nasty. Know what I mean? So, my brother wants to know how long it takes me to see his entry, let's see how long it takes him to find mine. Heh, heh, heh.