I just have to get through today.

AND THEN MY VACATION STARTS! I'm off for nearly a week and I can't wait.
By the way, N had a good reason for not coming to the movie. Darn him.

More on the new hobby

Passing more time at work.

New hobby...

I've gotten a new hobby here in the last couple of months. Not sitting on the beach. I wish it was sitting on the beach. I'm thinking of taking some art classes.

Convos.

"I wouldn't look good without my two smallest toes."
"I'm dating my mother."
"I don't like - well, I like my Dad."
"Excuse me, could you fill out this questionnaire?"

Aww, what a sweet thought... but maybe next time you could read me something that already exists.

So, have you ever had a guy try really hard to write you poetry, but you have a less than desired reaction? You know, instead of being like, "Wow, how awesome that you wrote me poetry! It's beautiful! I love it!" you cock your head to the side and just try to muddle through it, then shake your head and just say, "Well, he tried."

(And no, I'm not talking about N. The poem he wrote me for Valentines' Day last year was very, very sweet, it made sense and was all spelled correctly.)