Random thought I had while doing dishes this morning: "For all the times Tep has said, 'I don't know what I did to deserve such a great, dorky, sweet guy,' I bet The Boy is off someplace right now saying, 'I still can't believe I spent Easter morning drawing faces on all her eggs and then making her waffles while wearing bunny ears and she LOVED IT. I even doodled a heart in the crust of snow on the hood of her car! I am SUCH A DORK, and she doesn't just love me in spite of it, she loves me for it. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like her.'"
I'm going to have to temporarily stop loving The Boy so that I can re-route ALL OF MY LOVE TO JZ!!!
Seriously. You big sweetheart.
I just got a catalog that included this sentence:
"Leggings are this year's new bottom."
That sentence is wrong on so many levels.
I'm so sorry, Suzi, for the mess that is work and the fact that you have to be there and not have fernet.
That sentence is wrong on so many levels.
Agreed. Even without the porny interpretation.
((Suzi)) I hope that the people who left you in the middle of this mess step up soon.
I am home sick today, which I find crazy-making since I am so new at this job. But it was probably the right decision since I seem to be running a low grade temp that screams "Contagious!" to me.
meara pondered:
Welcome, Sox! Am wondering if you are the sparkyrelation I met at brunch, who ended up with cool shoes.
Yes, she is that relation. And the shoes were Manolos.
It eats you starting with your leggings?
Happy birthday to Mr. Adorable Owen!
Happy birthday, Owen!
I'm seeing a doctor this afternoon. I'm really afraid I may have a stress fracture. I might cry.
Oh P-C, I hope not. Is it your foot?
Happy Birthday, Owen!
P-C, good luck with the doctor.