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Another weekend come and gone. Why do they go so fast?!

Not FAIR! Booooooo :(

So, Friday night I had my BFF date with Carah and as always it was a good time.

We went to dinner and then saw The Vow with Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum. 

I'm no movie critic, but I do watch movies sometimes, and I thought it was pretty good. 

I don't want to ruin the story for any of you planning to see it, so I won't say much more about it, except that Rachel McAdams is SO pretty and Channing Tatum is alright.

On Saturday we found a replacement for our fallen homie, Tractor Fish.

Instead of going full on crypt like Reese had initially planned, he had a last minute change of heart and went with a fish that looks almost exactly like TF.

 Not creepy at all.

New fish's name? Fish Bird. Yeah, that's what I said too.

 But whatevies, it's what the boss wanted.

I also put Reese's big boy bed back together again, after I disassembled it shortly after putting it together in the first place six months ago.

 I thought he was ready, was he ready? He was not. 

It was much more realistic to keep him contained in a bed with walls. 

I now remember how much of a pain in my freaking ass putting that bed together was. After some F-Bombs and a minor freak out thirty minutes into attempting to screw this piece on, I realized I was using a screw about three inches too short.

That was my own fault. The fact that the screws didn't line up? NOT MY FAULT! I seriously couldn't even comprehend why they wouldn't line up, when I just put this stupid bed together not too long ago and it all worked out fine. 

Annoying. I'm getting pissed just thinking about it!

 It's a good thing you can't look at the bed itself and see the pain and suffering that went into putting it together, because Reese probably wouldn't even want to sleep in it.

A bed of pissed-offness. LOL.

I will never ever put that bed together ever again.

 Mark my word, it's for the best people.

Saturday I also spent most of the day cleaning and working on the four months of laundry that has somehow mysteriously piled up in my hamper. 

Now my apartment is all nice and organized, and I feel much so better.

 I used to be a supa neat freak, back in 2007 BR (before Reese)

but over time that has gradually turned into the inability to pick up after myself. 

WTF? 

It's horrible, I need to break that habit as quick as a crack addict. 

RIP Whitney Houston.

Tonight Reese and I went on a mom/son date to the Stars game. 

[that would be hockey, for all my non-Dallas viewers]

Reese seriously LOVES hockey, probably just as much as he loves Boom Boom Pow, which has been his favorite song since it first came out. 

Yes, three years ago. Shoot me, Please? 

Ever listened to the Black Eyed Peas on repeat for two hours straight? I don't blame you. 

If I could go back to March 2009 when that godforsaken song was released and beg/plead with Fergie and her posse to NOT release it, you bet I would. 

It has been Reese's favorite song ever since (proj-vom).

 Back to hockey.

My little bundle of joy actually hasn't been feeling very well this weekend, and earlier today I actually doubted if we were even going to make it to the game.

Apparently, Motrin+Hockey=Perfectly Fine Child,

 because I never would have guessed by the way he was dancing around in circles entertaining everyone that he felt even remotely ill.

Yep, he's definitely a man folks.

If I could take Reese to a hockey game every time he felt sick rather than to the doctor, it would be much more fun and actually probably the same price if not cheaper.

For some reason his doctor has only been prescribing medications with no generic. 

That=EXPENSIVE. WTF?

Also, a hockey game makes for some cute photo-taking. 

Can you take pics at a doctors office? Not without being creepy, and you sure as shit can't post those on Facebook.

When we first got there, Reesey-Piece wanted some popcorn and a drink.

 I never knew the kid liked popcorn, but apparently he does because he ate almost half of that huge ass tub by himself. I personally am not a fan of popcorn, so while I wasn't thrilled about buying a tub almost as big as he is knowing he was not going to even come remotely close to finishing it...I did. See Below.

In addition to eating almost his entire body weight in popcorn, he also drank a "small" Sprite, and by "small" they mean 32 ounces.

 What happens when a three year old drinks a 32 oz drink, you ask?

They turn into Mr. Pregnant Pants, having to go to the bathroom every 20 minutes. Fun.

Luckily, my loving manfriend thought about this in advance and we had aisle seats. 

Win!

Reese definitely entertained everyone around us the entire time, including me.

Hockey game and a show? Yeah, you're welcome.

I am SO lucky to have such an awesome child, really. 

I don't know how I got so lucky, I really don't, but people tell me how lucky I am all the time.

 It's probably because I am so cool, 

and my coolness is genetic so Reese inherited it from me.

Reese is such a well behaved boy, not to mention he's just so much fun to be around.

 I would much rather have strangers ask me 

"Your kid is awesome! Can I have him?"

 [in a non-kidnapper type of way, of course]

 than for people to be like, 

"OMG, get this kid away from me!!!" 

(because we've all been in that situation, and it really blows.)

The lady who sat next to us asked Reese how old he was, and it went something like this:

Lady: How old are you?

Reese: I'm a "gully guppy"

[what he means by that is 'Bubble Guppy' and it's some kids' show on NickJr]

I interject here and say that he is three, because I'm sure the lady had no idea what he was talking about. She may have even wondered if he was speaking English, because he said it really fast. I'm not completely sure about that though.

Reese: I'm not 3 Mom, I'm #1!

Well okay then!!!! I love being #1 too, son!

Then of course, Reese danced around all night, high-fiving everyone when applicable, and even when not applicable. It was such a good time; we'll have to go back again soon. 

Whenever we left, it was snowing. 

For some odd reason I, Allison Boriack the number one hater-of-snow-ever, went full on Texan and was all, "OH MY GOD SNOW YAY!!!!!"

I really hope that it doesn't stick around though, no pun intended, because I don't want to be risking my life and/or future insurance premiums just to get to work.