When I got to my desk this morning, the Six Feet Under second season DVDs were waiting on my desk. *beams*
April's baby shower is this Saturday. I'm so excited! We will have baby within the next eight weeks! For all intents and purposes, this is MY baby and I can hardly wait for her to be born.
Saturday, I got my haircut by someone new. As soon as he found out where I work, all he wanted to do was talk about every book he's ever read. And I do mean EVER. He went on to tell me that he doesn't own a computer and he doesn't understand the internet. He said he played online for about two weeks in 1997 and got bored and stopped. Apparently, he does collect vintage comic books though and he did a bit of online research about them at the library. Have you ever tried to explain Ebay to someone who doesn't go online? *facepalm* And he was totally aghast that sometimes the postage for an item is more than the item itself.
I run into the strangest people.
Speaking of, easilydistractd keeps emailing me naked pictures of Dan Radcliffe. It makes me laugh and I sort of love it. And her.
When I was in Chicago, I mentioned to my co-workers that I was coming back to the city in two weeks, but I carefully sidestepped why. Finally, Friday in the airport they kept bugging me and I admitted I was coming back to get Jared's autograph. (They caught me in a weak moment, I had just watched Nightshifter on my laptop.) Jim is an enormous movie buff and he apparently loves getting celeb autographs and thought this was very cool.
ANYWAY. I have a metal Superman crest that hangs off the zipper pull tab on my backpack. While we were waiting in-line to board the plane Julie spotted it and we had this conversation:
Julie: You have a Superman thing on your backpack.
Wendy: Yes, I do! It's my secret identity.
Jim: Don't lie. The "S" is for STALKER.
I was amused.
This might be the best cup of coffee I have ever drunk. MMMM. I used to have an icon of Sammy drinking coffee but it seems to have disappeared. What's up with THAT?
Happy Monday y'all!
Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look
Skip to the final chapter of the book
And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took
To get us where we are this far.
But the question drowns in its futility
And even I have got to laugh at me.
No one gets to miss the storm of what will be
Just holding on for the ride.
The wood is tired and the wood is old
Well make it fine if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds well have missed the point
That's where I need to go...