Monday, March 13, 2006
wear Eternity and I'll make you waffles
Nearly all weekend plans came crashing down, due to exhaustion, flakiness, and/or miscommunication. Friday, Rinny and I were too exhausted to get gussied up and go to the fashion party, and we both got caught working late, so we just watched "I Heart Huckabees" and ate Taco Bell. We're so damn healthy. Then all the DC Metro Flickr'rs started flaking early Saturday morning concerning the activity planned for that night. With plans on seriously shaky ground, I went to have Chinese with my step-dad, and let Riley play with Moose (mom's Yorkie). Then watched Saturday Night Live while monkeying around on the computer like a dork. Today (Sunday), I got an early morning page that plans were off to go see Ariana's show, and called Jason to let him know we could go to work earlier to hang a bunch of banners. The later discovery that tickets, had in fact been set aside, came unfortunately too late to drive up in time to make the show and change plans with Jason again.
So now, tonight, I've gone to work, picked up dinner @ Subway (bad bad bad broke girl), watched "Grey's Anatomy", walked the dog (twice), and I am now contemplating giving him a bath. HOWEVER, I think I'll just let his ass stink instead, cause I'm sleepy, and a skosh depressed over the continuously empty state of my bed.
Because my favorite thing in the world is when my sheets smell like the man who's just spent quality time in them (which once lasted over a week, and probably contributed to my harcore crush), and my bed has smelled like nothing but me and 'Beach House' fabric softener for far too long.
1 month as of March 16th, to be exact. Yep. Without even trying. Shoot me now. Perhaps I'm revirginizing. I certainly haven't quit the kegels; I don't even notice that I'm doing it half the time. Should be a nice surprise for the next occupant. ;)
Was that TMI? Then clearly you haven't been reading long. So welcome to the dollhouse.