I saw cherries at the grocery store yesterday, but it feels WAY too early for them in Ohio (obv. they aren't from here, but even so). There were also ears of corn, which feels too soon, although we do always have a mountain of corn for Memorial Day with Tim's family. But come on, that's like 3 weeks away.

Peaches, though. I am so ready for good peaches.

gh, got a text with just the one line "You sound pretty" from an unfamiliar number. Creepy.

Eww, that sounds super creepy. This is why I don't give out my cell#.

I don't either. I get a fair number of wrong number calls, I'm assuming this is is from one of them.

The hotel does have my library book, and they're going to drop it in the mail tomorrow. Thank goodness. (I mean, I would have just paid the library for losing their book if it hadn't turned up, but then they have to buy a new book, process it, get it into circulation, etc. This way I'll have it back and even be able to return it by the due date.) I'm just glad I didn't leave the book on the airplane, because I think that would have been lost forever.

Huzzah for the return of the wayward library book!

That feels like a miracle, Steph.

Ugh, got a text with just the one line "You sound pretty" from an unfamiliar number. Creepy.

So creepy!

I just made terrible-looking cupcakes. I assume they will taste fine. Oh! And the supermarket did have Hershey's Special Dark bars, so I only had to spend a dollar and not waste much leftover.

You could always start texting the guy every hour, beginning with asking how he's doing and getting progressively more clingy and deranged-sounding as the day goes on.

Speaking of stalkery behavior, here's the waiter for the tables next to mine at lunch who both looked *and* sounded like Tyler Hoechlin. Rebecca, you should have been up here with me! [link]

Matt, that is entirely unfair. and yes, I really should have been there.

My crushes on people I will never meet and would are borderline age appropriate is getting too large.

Teppy, I found you a thing. Please to see the book of face in order to pick up the link to your thing. (It is a beautiful thing, made of beauty.)

t whoosh