Once upon a time, I woke up at like 7:45 AM not because I wanted to, but because some stupid car alarm was going off. I was hoping that it would stop. It did, but only temporarily. Then it kept going off. So I tried to dream about getting a baseball bat to smash the windows and drive it onto the freeway in a high speed chase so you could watch me on the news. But... instead I decided to get up. I was honestly happy it wasn't the lawn crew. I mean why do they have to start at 8AM for crying out loud. Oh I know, because it is a million degrees here. I have some pretty big plans today. I figure I will have to put some clothes on and head to the store. You see I am out of toilet paper, and I am pretty sure that the check out person doesn't want me to show up in a sports bra and some knit shorts. Although if it is a guy check out person, he might not mind so much. BUT, before I do that, I have to watch Dallas. It was taped last night and I have to leave it because that will give me something to do the next day. I have to be very strategic about how to fill my day. I want to know why Ann is so upset about this necklace that Harris gave her. What the heck? I have also decided I probably need to give myself some projects around the house to do, like spring cleaning but only I will deem it summer cleaning. Surly there is some crap I need to get rid of around here. My desk looks like a bomb went off and I have about 9 pairs of flip flops at the bottom of the steps.
I do actually have some social activities going on later. I am to meet the Miss Italian Accountant's pseudo boyfriend from Denver. He is also Italian which is totally unfair.
I mean I realize that there will never come a day when I have a tan. More freckles perhaps, but never a tan. That doesn't mean that I don't like men with olive skin and no acne. If they cook me lasagna on our first date, I will marry him that day.
Back to the Miss Italian Accountant. This dude's name is something like John, but they call him by a nickname, because his last name is like Modoalfredosauce or something like that in Italian. He is worried as he should be, because I will have to be hard on him to make sure he is worthy of my friend Miss Italian Accountant. He does like t-shirts though, so that is a plus for him. I mean who doesn't? I mean if he also loves sandwiches, I might have to throw in the towel and like him.
So today I started a project, my bedroom. It was time to clean out the end tables and the dresser. So I start with the end tables, well I found about 10 books I have to read now. After that, I moved on to the dresser. NEWSFLASH: I have about 10 pairs of the yoga pants. Perhaps I need a job as a yoga instructor because I clearly have enough yoga pants. The only problem is that I sometimes wonder how come my feet are so far away when stretching. I know they are long, but I am not very flexible. Miss MovieStar is though. But that is a whole other story that is rather R-rated, and she will probably take out my knee caps if I blogged about it.
So after thinning out the yoga pants collection, I moved to the jewelry. I bet I spent a good 30 minutes on my bedroom floor untangling 2 necklaces. I mean hey, when you have some time in your day, why not? All my necklaces are hanging by category, like beads, silver necklaces, pearls and so on.
So then my doorbell rings, and I literally have the face of terror.
I don't care what some crazy women say about not wanting to get flowers. I am not that girl. I love flowers, I love getting them, sending them and it will never get old. Plus, these have GIANT lilies which are my favorite. They came from dear Austin friends. It was really a nice surprise. Perhaps I will get dressed today!
Your blogs make me smile!!
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