Well kids, I'm having a hard time thinking of anything to say. Not that that's ever stopped me before, but tonight I can't even muster enough imagination to serve you that steaming pile of crap I normally dish out each and every day. So, what I'm going to do, is write down observations about three different men I saw this week.
We have a new guy working in our office. At first I wasn't sure how he'd work out. We're all pretty weird and we crack a lot of stupid jokes. I don't think any normal person would last very long here. Today I asked the new guy if he had any plans for the weekend and he said, " I don't know. You'll have to call my wife." I like a guy who's not afraid to admit who the real boss is. I think he'll fit in just fine.
The other day I ran into my crush guy. He said, "Hey, Churlita. How are you? Can you believe how warm it is outside today?" And in my head I heard, " Hey Churlita. I am so hot for you. Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me starting today?"
On Sunday, Stinky and I were in the grocery store and we saw a guy talking on one of those cell phones with the cordless headset thingy. He had to be at least my age, but he kept saying "Mom. I know. Mother, I'm sorry. I know..."into his phone. Stinky and I were laughing at the old guy trying to be all cool talking on his handsfree phone, but sounding like a junior high girl.
My friend K. happened by and said, "Did you see the guy talking on his phone? Isn't he just killing you?"
"Yeah. Stinky and I were just cracking up about how he's fighting with his mom."
"So, do you want to follow him around the store and make fun of him with me?" K. asked.
"Oh Mom, can we?" Stinky was so cute and hopeful. I hated to disappoint her, and if I had been there by myself, I would totally have gone running off to follow the poseur guy. But every once in a while, I actually try to rise above my immaturity in front of my kids. So, I restrained myself and we didn't go around acting like thirteen year old girls in order to make fun of the handsfree guy for acting like a thirteen year old girl. Aren't you proud of me?