Kickin' My Shouts Out.

{Hey, it's just like you're listening to a ghetto-fabulous radio station, circa 1995!}

Anyway... I have some shouts to kick out. I'm just sayin'....

To "The Real Housewives of Wisteria Lane" (a.k.a. the uthah muthahs on my street):

MY LEGS HURT!
MY CALVES HURT SOOOO BAD.
NO, BOOT CAMP WAS *NOT* A GOOD IDEA.
WTF HAPPENED? I FELT FINE YESTERDAY & LAST NIGHT.
TODAY? MY CALF MUSCLES FEEL SORE & TIGHT, AND THEY FEEL LIKE THEY ARE HALF AS LONG AS THEY PROBABLY SHOULD BE. WHOSE FREAKIN' IDEA WAS BOOT CAMP?

To Tera, Leslie, & Pam, regarding our GIRLS NIGHT OUT last night:
I was going to google a cool picture or clip art to post with this.
Guess what?
Ever google images for "Girls Night Out"?
Hmph. Not the kind of stuff I intended to post on the blog.
Hey---no wonder some of the guys get nervous when you mention "girls night out." We thought they were sweating the single-parenting for one night. Apparently they've already googled the subject & they are afraid that we gals may re-create some of the raunchy "girls night out" garb that's posted on the web.
Guess what else?
Googling images for "moms getting together" didn't return any better results!
There are some sick & twisted suckers out there. {No, literally, that may have been one of the images that burned my eyeballs when I googled moms getting together. I'm not entirely sure WHAT I was looking at, okay?}

So, for the Campisi's Crew from last night, here is the only clean & relatively related image I could find:

Ladies---I had SOOOOO much fun last night. I didn't get home until 11 because of construction on the highway...but whatever. It was worth it.