(I think that must be a name of a sappy song they play on "nostalgia radio")
So I'm sitting here with wet hair, no socks, and no, I'm not taking a walk around the block today. TOMORROW I will take a walk.
But I wanted to have something else up, in case you were tired of politics. (I'm not, I might start a third blog with all the cool YouTubes n'at, now that he won.)
So...if you haven't been here for a while, scroll down, I finally posted some pictures. They are pretty. (And some are pretty in pink.)
And now I'm having a bit of blogger's block. Yes, right in the middle of my stolen moments post.
Well, okay, I'll give you sumpin. Someone I know is turning 37 at the end of this month. (YES, it's me!!) And I'm having a teeny tiny get together. And I invited a boy. And for once, I don't care on pins and needles if he comes. He is not the crown jewel around which the party has been planned. He was almost an afterthought, if I were that cool. (I'm not.) But if he does, he'll be the icing on an already great cake, and I will do my best to play not so easy to get. Oh, but I sure hope he's my lobster. (It's only fitting that I give you a Phoebe clip, since the entire paragraph has been a Phoebe-ism.)
Okay, gotta find socks. Buh bye!
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