Prick Buddies United!

No SecondHand Radio tonight. Just can’t see how to make it happen with Shannon here. Next week at 10pm.

With everything running off the rails lately, it’s been hard for me to remember the better things in life. Things like laughing and poking fun of strangers in the airport.

I’ve spent weeks preparing for Shannon’s visit and she’s sleeping away as I write this. Finally, now I can just enjoy her company. We both wore our “Prick Buddies Unite” shirts, which garnered a number of odd looks. When you’re wearing a shirt with your picture on it and the word “Prick,” well, you do the math.

We made record time from Orlando…her luggage came out faster than Ricky Martin. Mmm, bad analogy. Glaciers melt faster than Ricky Martin came out. Let’s just say the luggage came out lickety-split.

Driving the space shuttle home, we made it in just 90 minutes. Quickly got her settled into her room and went off to the Blue Lagoon for dinner (and beer).

Showed Shannon the wonder that is corn nuggets, which are like sweet corny bits of crack. And, oh, the fried corn on the cob, which is like corny bits of crack (just on a cob).

The laughs I experience with her around are some of the best I get. She’s infectious that way, and I’ve needed the laughter big-time. Playing “The Price is Right” on the Wii with her last night rocked…she even relinquished the Plinko game to me because she’s sweet that way. SillyBring is Saturday and, yeah, looking forward to it, but I’m glad I get some one-on-one time with the Bubblewench.

This morning, while she still slept away, I went off and got my blood drawn. This afternoon, I have the Matrix Therapist (long overdue…I hate having her every other week when there are moments of crisis popping up every other hour, it seems).

Now Shannon is in my shower – woo hoo! – and we’re about to watch Tuesday night’s episode of “Lost.” At some point, we’re talking about seeing “Kick-Ass” in the theater. May go to Gatorama, too.

It’s a godsend to me that she’s here now to help throw any drama onto the back burner. Oops, here she is now. Time to watch the Smoke Monster.