January 2009
18 posts
“Alright. The bounce-pass to get me out? That is really patronizing.”
– My first lippy-comment to the first baseman during my first kickball game since I was 11. I mean, really? The fact that I managed to kick the ball and run like the wind should have been enough to strike me out using an under-hand toss. First baseman laughed and tried to have conversation with me at...
“He’s a party guy. I mean he wears white belts and tight v-neck t-shirts....”
– Little Spoon describing her cruise-cicle. To be honest I find this hard to picture. I don’t think I have even seen a white belt in person before.
The obsession returns. . .
It’s official. I’m obsessed.
I have returned to reading the Twilight series for the second time. I NEVER read books twice. Not my style. Sort of like never staying “friends” with an ex-boyfriend. Not my style.
I’m hooked. I might call in sick to work on Monday to keep reading (even though I know everything that will happen).
Theories of my addiction:
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Hangover by Proxy?
How is it possible that I hardly drank ANYTHING last night (two glasses of wine and four glasses of water) and I still have a crazy headache this morning?
Is it possible to have New Years Day hangover sympathy pains for your buddies?