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

::cackle::

Alas, my waiter looked more like Taylor Negron, but at least I could concentrate on giving my lunch order. And it was a beautiful day to be eating on a patio.

It;'s been brewing for quite a while, but our best friends are separating. The husband is out in the yard smoking a cigar and sipping rye with the DH and talking things over. This is the couple we go to the movies with every Saturday and whose kids we've watched grow up.

It's just very sad.

That's hard, Scrappy

I'm sorry, Scrappy. That's rough.