Burgled

Someone broke into my house last night. I don't think they took anything, and I'm actually a little offended. I mean, they went through my underwear drawer and found the little box with my wedding ring in it. Apparently they were underwhelmed. X-box? Nope. Computer? Nope. Credit cards in my purse, Josh's iPod, the stereo? No, no, no. Not worth the effort, I guess.

I joke, but really, the idea of someone walking around my house and going through my stuff is extremely unnerving. And what if I'd come home alone and they were there? Or what if they broke in when the kids were home? They broke in by pushing an air conditioner in - and it was screwed to the window. Scary.

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United States of Electronica
In happier news, last night's U.S.E. show totally freaking rocked. We danced our asses off and made a ton of new friends. Some chick grabbed Josh and said, "Oh my god, is that your girlfriend? I love her!" After the show we went upstairs and continued the dance party with the band. Then we met up with Josh's friend Matt, who's in town playing a show tonight at Schuba's, go see it, and closed down Estelle's. I smoked approximately 4000 cigarettes. Things hurt.

Hooky
I didn't feel like going to work today. Neither did Josh. So we didn't.

Meet the Parents
Tonight I meet pretty much everyone in Concert Josh's family. We're going to the burbs for his grandparents' 50th anniversary party. I'm sure it will be fine but the last time I met someone's folks I was 19. Also, I have nothing to wear.

Tomorrow

GO IRISH!!