The new craze to hit America

And by subsequent, myself.

Junk foods that taste like other junk foods. Because really, is there any need to actually cook things or eat real food? Or is it safe to say we have moved beyond the pain of chewing and can now upgrade to delicious fake appetizers?

But who can say no?

After the 3 hours ride through fog, and necessary stops for coffee and popsicles, I arrived in Dallas to see my family. Through careful manipulation, Becky soon convinced me to go to the gym with her, and we worked out and swam for hours.

As a reward for our good behavior, we went out to eat BBQ with Matt.

On a different note, I have decided to get into John Waters films, including the feature of the evening, hosted by Cody. Serial Mom was insane, and I think by the end I had gasped at least 20 times due to all of the random murder scenes.

So it only seems fitting to end the evening by watching Raising Arizona and stitching together a cat nightgown to make a party dress.

The only question left is.

How slutty can I possibly make it?

More to come.