I slept all weekend, it was great. I slept in until past 11 on Saturday, then took a few catnaps throughout the day. Sunday I slept in again, and took a longer nap in the afternoon. Bliss, truly. Except then I was grumpy and groggy all weekend, and everyone thought I was mad at them.

Saturday night I was thisclose to eating a squirrel/rabbit/deer/possibly possum barbecue mixture. Brian and I went to a Roadkill Barbecue at the home of someone he works with. (You have to do these social things once in awhile–no matter how strange they seem–just so you know you’re not completely recluse!) He (the someone Brian works with) tried to get me to eat his specialty without revealing its contents. I agreed to try a little, thinking it was just venison, but said I’d get some later. I probably would have tasted it had he persisted, but thankfully he bought my story that I’d be back for a bite in a little while. Thank God! I found out later what was in this gourmet dish, and said a silent thank you that I hadn’t tried it. Squirrel!! Come on! The only meat I ate that night was summer sausage with cheese and crackers. Brian and I brought that, so I knew it was safe. I wouldn’t even try what they were calling chicken..I don’t trust someone who walks around in a Roadkill Cafe t-shirt.

I’m proud to say that Brian and I dominated the beanbag toss game much of the evening. We beat team after team of challengers until it was too dark to play. We even kicked the so-called, never-miss-a-toss pro’s ass. More than once! Okay, he was drunk, but we still rocked.

We saw The Forgotten this weekend, too. The popcorn was good, but the movie sucks. Please don’t see it.