I was tagged by Minx Malone (isn’t that the coolest name ever?) to share six things about myself. I actually did this once before, but that was 2 years ago!

The rules:

a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

So here we go:

1) I have a hairless dog. Her name is Harriett. She thinks her name is “What is that!?” because that’s what most people say when they see her.

2) I have a three-year-old son who has never, ever slept through the night.

3) At some time or another, my hair has been dyed nearly every color possible, including pink, purple and blue.

4) I think guys who road bike are really hot.

5) I’ve been to most major European cities, but never New York.

6) My nickname is Disaster Girl because I am the most unorganized, messiest person on the planet.

So there you have six fascinating facts about me. Now I’m going to tag Jax, Red, Megan Hart, Kate Pearce, Eden and Mel.

Mel inspired me to share a dirty secret. See, Mel pretends Low by Flo Rida was written for her.

I, on the other hand, actually pretend I am this song. You know, like I’m the guy in this video, singing. Check it out!

Find out why here!

Please, for the love of God, tell me why. I’ve had a few hits  from those keywords, and for the life of me I canot figure out why.

It’s driving me crazy, so if you have any human decencey, you’ll enlighten me and put me out of my misery.

Thank you.

Saturday started out innocently enough. My friend’s daughter’s first communion followed by a gathering at her house. The kids were cute, the weather was nice. The wine was nice. Scary Carrie was there, with her husband, also named Cary (it’s scary because it’s true) and it was Cary Boy’s (yes we call him that) birthday. So of course, we started celebrating the day at noon.

I think we stopped twelve hours later.

After the communion party, we all went back to Carrie’s house and opened up another bottle of wine. Sat outside, drank it. Ate some chips and dip. Yum. The babysitter showed up at 5:30 so up the hill we drove (don’t worry! we had a DD!). For some reason during the drive, us girls in the back thought it was really fun to put our feet in Cary’s face.

We arrived at The Naked Fish and dined on yummy sushi. We were a bit out of control, I think. I have pictures of breasts on my iphone. Fortunately we know most of the employees there, so it was all good. No one wanted to kill us or anything.

Anyhoo, after dinner we trucked over to some bar that was having white trash night. It was packed with Tahoe kids who think headscarves and PBR=white trash. Au contraire, mes amies. Having actually lived in a trailer with a biker’s son, I know these things quite well. But it’s nice to see kids dress up these days.

So we finally made it home around 1am. A good time was had by all.