So.

What have we been doing, you ask?

Huh. Well.

1. Not getting enough sleep and having random yet insane sex dreams. The one last night involved our mom -- no, perverts -- almost walking into the spare bedroom in our house, circa 1985-1993, where she almost would have found lots of used, um, domes (we refuse to say "rubbers" or "tubesocks"). Oopsies. We know this is a direct correlation to the wall post Moms left on *Facebook* for us yesterday, but whatevs. We're disturbed.

2. School. Last night, our professor asked us to play a game. "Name five caucasion men, famous or infamous," he said. Then with the naming white women, and black men and women, and then with the Hispanics, and so on down to Native Americans. Granted for "Hispanic Female," we could only think of Selena, but still. It got worse. We were afraid to say, "That Guy Who Shot-Up Virginia Tech" (what, too soon?) for Asian infamous male, and we think the fact that we wrote, "Tonto," for "Native American Male" is ridiculously funny. And no. We don't have the racist.

3. School, part 2. Last night, our professor wasted pretty much two hours of class time with the aforementioned game ("What I'm trying to do here is point out that most of us are ethnocentric..."). He also said at one point, "I'm a little out of touch. I heard recently that Maria Carey has sold more records than Elvis Presley." We didn't have the heart to tell him that although Mariah Carey has sold many, many records, she also went through a random post-911 thing where she'd call Carson Daly on the TRL from the shower. We also didn't have the heart to tell him that TRL Live so isn't the same without Carson Daly.

4. Softball. Seriously. Who plays this much softball?

5. Carson Daly references? (And check out the audience, PS. It's like a who's who of irrelevance, no?).

6. Not drinking. Or trying not to. We had a hiccup on Saturday. But the bartender at La Linea was adorable and liked talking about her tattoos. Bartender + tattoos + cold Stellas = Happy OMS.

7. Not blogging as much. We know. First, we retired in January, sort of like Brett Favre without the tears or fanfare. Then we came back, again sort of like Favre but without the bitching and complaining and the messing with, we don't know, an entire organization, and now with the not blogging as much. Cut us some slack. We're down to 1.6 average daily readers, and we so don't have a job with the tokoni.

8. Running. When we can. What wonderful exercise, especially when listening to Redman's "Time 4 Sum Aksion" and Buckcherry's "Crazy Bitch."

9. Not driving two-and-a-half hours a day anymore, but y'all knew that.

10. Stumping for Obama. Buy the shirts!