Today my goal was to Get Jiggy Wit It. "It" being anything. I aimed to get jiggy wit anything. What does that mean? Well, gettin' jiggy means different things to different people, I reckon. I am not going to taint your jiggy beliefs by sharing my jiggy philosophy. Jigginess is something that people need to find and own for themselves and no one else. I will say this: I got jiggy with about 68.42% of my day. Not great, but better than most days. Oh what? You think you out jiggied me today? Hahahaha! I'd like to see that. Unless your name is Will Smith, I am fairly certain that you did not maximize your jiggy potential any better than I did.

I can't believe I'm on Day 2 of my blog. What a ride it has been so far! I mean, a few days ago I was just a blogless, totteroleless, rutterless ship in the night. No direction. No purpose. Look at me now! So directional and purposeful!

I am not busting out the MFC tonight. I will be revisiting it on Sunday, though. (Spoiler alert! I'm cooking cheese fondue, a light appetizer and a dessert. Okay, not that much was spoiled. The alert? Maybe not needed. Live and learn, that is what I always say. I don't "always" say that because that would be super annoying. But I have been known to say it every so often. That doesn't have the same ring, though. "Live and learn, that is what I say every so often." Ummmm, no.)

Instead of cooking or feasting on totterole leftovers, we are ordering pizza and watching many episodes of Dexter. I will revisit the merits of that show later. We were supposed to meet some friends in Morro Bay, a little coastal town about 20 minutes NW of San Luis, for dinner. I was super excited until I learned of two things. First, our reservations were not until 8:00... PM! I know... Shocking. Second, my friends had the great idea to dress up for this little dinner. Well reader(s), I dressed up 3 days in a row last week for a friend's wedding weekend. The weekend was AMAZING and totally worth dressing up for. More about that later as well. But, the fact remains that my dressing up quota for the first quarter of 2011 has been filled. Sadly, those two factors combined with the fact that I would know 4 of 18 people attending has caused this reality: me in sweats, watching the end of the Delaware/Eastern Washington football game, doing a terrible job pretending to care who wins for Dan (who went to Delaware for undergrad). Oops. They just lost. Yikes. "Oops" and "yikes". That's as good as I can do.

Now begins our Dexter marathon... Topics to address next time: How awesome Dexter is. My NYRs. Possibly Laurie and Worth's Big Weekend O Love.