Rosey's Diary: I Gotta Say It Was A Good Day

I got home a bit earlier than usual tonight so I thought I'd recount the weekend instead of waiting a couple weeks and trying to go through all the good stuff in one go. Plus it's raining outside and judging by the level of intoxication I witnessed tonight, Darren is probably going to be working pretty late tonight taxiing half of San Diego home. Also, judging by the number of my friends who asked about my crutches, apparently none of them actually read my blog anyway, so I can pretty much say whatever the hell I want without filters. Except you, Mom. I know you're reading. Don't mind the thing about the boobs.