Dish? You effin' wish

This whole Weasel Central sneaking around thing is great. Except we're already acting like giddy school girls around each other. And doing marathon phone calls in the evenings. Yes, it's official...We're lame.

Details? A marathon make out session on the sofa. I learned one thing from that...I am too freakin' old to be making out on my sofa! I feel like I'm 96 or something.

Yeah, so far so great.
Further details of my scandalous evening will not be posted. Cause really, that's all there is. But if you insist on more, email me. I can't be airing all of my dirty laundry on the phucking web, now can I?

In other news, I am now a flaming red head. Gotta love a hair dye that's called "Red Corvette". How sweet is that?!?!?!