Apparently, my parking lot attendant brought a Valentine’s present to work for me yesterday, but I unknowingly parked elsewhere because I had a meeting. Now I have to wait until Friday for him to bring “it” in, and I’m scared. This was not my intention when I brought him cookies. Still, it’s sweet… I think. What could it be?
Claire and I like salty raisins.
As I was sitting at the computer last night in my underwear, my phone kept signaling that someone was text-messaging me. Turned out to be Annie Erickson, the only other girl at AU who was from Montana. We used to be rivals, but then became friends. Anyway, I called her back and lo and behold… she starts gushing about how she has the greatest guy for me. Ohhhhh, Lordy.
The last time Annie set me up, the gentleman showed up an hour late, with no tickets to the Switchfoot concert we were supposed to attend, and with enough ketchup in his beard and across his girthy midsection to disuade me from suggesting we go out to eat. We ended up playing pool at the Corner Pocket for an hour or so (I paid), and then he left. Um, yeah. I finally had to be mean and tell him to stop emailing me because I just wasn’t interested.
But, as you may know, it’s hard to change Annie’s mind, so I agreed to letting her set me up on yet another blind date. Hopefully this one will at least be a double date. I’ll keep you all posted, though… and who knows, it may never even happen. Funny thought, though! As she was telling me all about him (“he’s soooo cute, and smart, and he’s in dental school – do you need a dentist? – and a super strong Christian, and so nice…”) she mentioned that he really likes cheeseburgers and then I heard a muffled interruption as her fiance said in the background, “No! No cheeseburgers on the first date, because you know about his *crackle, crackle, muffle*……” Oh dear. I laughed, though, because I was only left to assume that he’s lactose intolerant, which I am as well, so we can be gassy together. But not on the first date. Should there ever be a first date.
I’m not ready to start doing this again.
The Arrested Development Finale was brilliant. Absolutely superb.
“I bought you a wedding ring. Er, ringtone. A wedding ringtone.”
I found out a friend of mine from kid-hood is in the Olympics. His name is Leif Zimmerman and I used to see him every year at homeschool ski days. He was so cute… I always wished he’d ski with me, but no… instead, I skiied with his sister, Kayla, and he’d laugh at us as he flew by, flicking showers of white at our faces.