Flies in the Vasoline we are...

So I'm fully obsessed with Rock Band. It's gone from possibly unhealthy to definitely detrimental, since the game has led me to end more than one evening with a sore throat and less than 4 hours of sleep.

I'm doing vocals (if the sore throat comment didn't tip you off) with my husband in our band Poodles For Hire. Yes, Poodles For Hire PERIOD. My favorite songs right now are Enter Sandman and Tom Sawyer. Our friend Chris is rockin' out on the drums; he's pretty damn good. He's an actual musician, so he pretty much kicks ass at the whole game automatically, which I don't consider to be fair. Who said real musical types were allowed to play? It should be limited to off-key losers like myself.

In other poodle-related news, our toy poodle Holly is home! She's still quite hairy, since her grandmother is taking out her anger about my sister-in-law attending college on Holly's stylishness. She is having a birthday on July 13, so send her a present! (A gift certificate to Petsmart for some grooming would be nice. We're poor.)