Free time? When and where I do I find it in my crazy ass schedule you ask?
I know that you're asking this question, I ask myself this question often.
I'll let you in on a little secret...
In addition to being part Mexican (you know, because hot sauce runs through my veins all thanks to my birthing in the small town of Yuma, Az--all of .2 miles from the border) I am also part magician. My uncle LeRoy, twice removed, was married to one of those ladies who would get sawed in half by Harry Houdini.
[ This is most definitely a lie--I just wanted to be honest with you loyal readers... as for all of you first time readers, I don't feel bad leading you on right now:
Thanks to my uncle LeRoy's wife I'm part magician :) ]
Getting to the point, when I need a little extra time I just tap into my magician heritage and make the free time magically appear out of thin air. It's a pretty awesome magic trick if I may say so. When I finally get my free time to appear, I tend to find myself at places where freakishly nice, tall, and funny guys frequent. Or I just wait for them to come into the liquor store, heckle me, then agree to go out with them :)
Enter my evening with MNG, aka Mister Nice Guy... yeup, that's going to be his handle from here on out (on both da blog and on my twitter).
I made the executive decision on the nickname today.
I find it very fitting.
Last night was overall a pretty great night.
If you were following my tweets (like you should be) after 10ish you would have heard about it ;)
And to top all the great-ness off, I went to the bano and came back to flowers!
It was pretty cute and a nice gesture--just on of the many reasons he's getting dubbed MNG.
**After I took them home and trimmed them up**
No COOTD available for this post... I actually wore the same outfit that is my current blogger ID. I was a little bit lacking in the outfit creativity... I'll try better next time :)
