Lunch with your best gal pals from work can really brighten your week. We spent an hour and a half catching up on gossip over yummy Satisfaction's pizza. Can't beat it!
Writing my "To Do" list over again really makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something. Especially when today I completed two tasks which were not on my list, and I added them to my list just so I could cross them off. Yes, I do that a lot.
I wore a red shirt today and my toe nails were painted pink. It bothered me all day.
The only thing better than rocking out something that I was supposed to do at work is fixing someone else's mistake. Me = total rockstar.
The next time I think to myself, "Self, take your umbrella in the grocery store with you. It might be raining when you come out" I'd better damn well listen. It was torrential downpour-ing when I came out, and of course I was parked almost at the bottom of the parking lot because everyone and their mama (and screaming child might I add) was at Kroger when I drove up. And, for the record, getting caught in a rain storm is not nearly as charming as it seems in the movies. I was not shrieking with laughter and disbelief while frolicking with my perfect boyfriend. I was getting drenched while trying not to wreck my full shopping cart since I was jogging in my Jack Rogers, basically a life-or-death slip and slide down the parking lot. Then I got to drive the 30 minutes home soaking wet with soaking wet groceries in the backseat. Next time, I'm taking the damn umbrella. And it probably won't rain.
Oh, and last night I realized that I'm a total wuss. I get home from the movies (which, by the way, Sex and the City 2 was awesome! I wish there was going to be a third!) around 9:30, and my neighbor calls me to tell me that there has been police activity in the neighborhood that night. Apparently there was some kid hiding in the woods from the police, she didn't think he was armed but didn't know if he was "on something" or not, and he had been caught with heroin a few weeks ago. She just wanted to let me know so that I would keep my blinds closed, doors locked, alarm on, etc. (Have you MET me? My doors are always locked. My nickname in college was Shelock for goodness sake.) Anyway, I have lived by myself for about 6 years now and really don't ever get freaked out or spooked. But tell me something like that, and I'll convince myself in seconds that he's an axe murderer and he's on my deck right now about to break in. Long story short, I call my friend who works at the Sheriff's department to ask him what's going on, and it turns out it is just some punk kid who ran because he didn't want to be arrested for marijuana, who was not dangerous at all (the childhood game "telephone" comes to mind... I wonder how the story changed from house to house in the neighborhood tonight. I'm at the back end of the road, so I guess I'll always get screwed up information). As for me, even knowing this new information, he was still an axe murderer. On my deck. Wanting to kill me.
I went to spend the night at my parent's house. Sigh.
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