Chicken Tacos

So some famous people died. I really don't have anything to say about that. So anyway....
Anna and I were interrupted from DDR twice yesterday by knocks on our front door. The first one came from Beulah (whose apartment smells like pee and old cat food), who had a leak under her sink. I was afraid it would be something major, and I might not know how to fix it. Mostly, I was afraid it would take a long time, and I'd have to spend so much time in her apartment that I'd vomit. It turns out that a connection had just come loose, and I was able to tighten it by hand. Yay. No puke. The second interruption came from Sara, who wanted me to call the exterminator because she saw mice outside her patio. It seems like an overreaction to me, but I called the exterminator this morning. They are supposed to set out bait or something tomorrow afternoon.
Anna's parents went on a camping and horse riding trip this week. They only ended up staying out for two days because it was so hot. Anna's mom said she almost cried one night because it was so hot and the flies were so bad. That would suck.
I made grilled chicken tacos at the in-law's house tonight. I think they went over well. I like cooking and having the things I fix taste good.
I'm wearing dark blue boxers with a black waistband.
My anus burns a little.
My testicles were burning yesterday.
I wonder what will burn tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow. It's finally here. Tomorrow is the first "Scream the Prayer" concert. I am so absolutely excited. I tried to use Google maps to get directions to the venue, but when I started looking at the map, something seemed off about the directions. I realized that it had me driving ten or so miles past the most convenient exit, driving a couple blocks south, take three consecutive lefts so that I was back on the road I had just left, going around a roundabout, and then getting back on the interstate the other direction to take the previously mentioned most convenient exit. I don't know why it thought this was necessary. Apparently Google wanted me to do some sight seeing in Louisville.
Chief is the most obnoxious cat. He begs at the table like a dog. He won't stop. Ever.
Howie discovered he can jump all the way up on top of the entertainment center. He then proceeded to knock over our wedding book and stare at us like nothing was amiss.
My mom is going to come visit this coming week. I have no idea how we will entertain her.
I don't know what else to say right now.
Don't worry, I'll give you all a full concert report.