.....wait..... shit.
Mkay, so it's the 15th, scratch that, the 18th of January, what's your point? It's been less than a month since my last post, so *insert me sticking my tongue out here*.
So, it's a new year.
Yesterday I drove to Ottawa to meet up with some girls from my chat board and spend the afternoon working on our scrapbooks. I was semi-excited, more nervous than anything. I was the first to arrive, the other 4 girls filtered in throughout the next 10 minutes. And wouldn't you know that the next 5 hours passed with minimal speaking? Like seriously, it coulda been detention for the amount of verbalization that went on. Oy. It was painful. And any attempt to start conversation was totally grounded before takeoff. "Do you have kids? -Yep, two. Two years and 8 months." Period. End of conversation. No expanding, no asking back, no names, no funny shit they had done that morning, no "I had breakfast and I want everyone to know it!". Nothing. It was like pulling teeth. I finally quit asking, cause I felt like a detective. Or a stalker. Or both. *le sigh*
On a FAR more interesting topic.......
So your fiance wrote you a beatiful love letter? Was it longer than 3 words? And did any of those 3 words contain spelling errors? Could you read it yourself or did you need a translator?
So your fiance wrote you a beautiful love letter? Pshaw.
Mine paid the utilities. This month. And on time. And not because someone is threatening to throw them out if they don't.
Beat that.
Sooooo, in conclusion... good riddance to bad rubbish.
'Cause any man who needs to raise his voice to his (even remotely potential) mother in law is no man. True story.
So that was the post that I wrote last month. And then never posted, because I had soooooo much more to add to the Thing #2 part but then I felt like I might be compromising my morals so I dropped it.
I try to abide by the rule that I won't type anything that I wouldn't say in real life, and I make a point not to bad mouth anyone on the off chance that said person could read it and track me down. LOL. I also won't post in anger, or about issues with The Man... unless said anger or issue has a funny side, 'cause then it's fair game.
So there are my moral rules for ~Sar.kat.stic~. Interesting, non?
And, in probably the longest blog post ever (if you ignore the fact that they're actually two posts blended together....) I'm gonna make you barf.
Seriously.
Well, you may just gag, but that urge to barf will be there.
Two nights ago The Man did something sooooooo beautiful and heartwrenchingly romantical that it still brings a flutter to my heart and maybe some tears to my eyes. Well, not right IN my eyes, but I feel them pricking.
And I can't give you ANY details! Isn't that a BITCH?!?!
For realz, I can't say anymore than that.
'Cause it'll burn out your eyeballs.
And it'll give you mental pictures that you don't need.
And I may be afraid that explaining it would make it sound silly, or not as emotional, or a 'had to be there' kinda thing.
And it's gonna remain a private memory for me and The Man.
Just rest assured that I m.e.l.t.e.d. He had to mop me off the floor, I was liquified. ♥
