Boots to walk around New Orleans is so not a good idea.

Happy November!

I got to spend the weekend with New Orleans Guy. We had lots and lots of sex. It was awesome. It was Half-Boyfriends birthday yesterday so NOG flew into New Orleans and we (Flight Risk, Half-Boyfriend and I) met him there and we spent the evening enjoying Bourbon Street and some delicious (expensive) steak. Then we headed back to Mobile and spent the rest of the weekend watching football (disgusted with Auburn at the moment) and a little bit of Fried Green Tomatoes. It was a good time in my book.

This afternoon I got a series of text from Tweaker who found Jesus quizzing me on my weekend. I'm not entirely sure that it was really her because it was quite inquisitive which almost makes me think it might have been Random Money Giver checking up on me.

Shop-a-holic is officially moved out of the house. Of course she left a crap load of trash that we had to clean up. Since she didn't pack any of her shit she can't find anything at the new house. I have received numerous text asking if I have her rubbermaid storage bins and a knife block or if I remember where I packed it. Nice Jess replies with no I don't know where I packed it and it is not here at the house. Bitch Jess wants to reply with Bitch if you had packed your own shit you would be able to find it now. But I didn't. Because I'm nice. God damnit.

Here is a picture of NOG and I and our Huge Ass Beers.

Hope he doesn't mind me posting pictures of him all over the internet. If he does he will have to come back to Alabama to punish me. I hope the punishment will include lots of sex.