Strange and Good Happenings

Okay--I haven't written in a while, I know. I guess that's because I'm extremely happy and have nothing to complain about (I do think I have a tendency to write only when I'm depressed or crabby).

But today I have good news! The other night, R invited me to go with him and his family to a resort near Miami for a long weekend in June--all expenses paid!!! I tried to pay for my own airfare, but his family insisted I was their guest, so they would take care of everything.

I'm so excited and thrilled! I cannot believe how wonderful things are going with R this time around. He just does and says the nicest things.

In an e-mail yesterday (after we'd met for some wine and cheese the night before):

>>>BTW, you looked really nice last night (hair and all).

In an e-mail this morning:

>>>Hope you have a great day, thinking of you, R

In an e-mail last week:

>>>Good Morning Beautiful!

Okay. . . I'll stop now. He's just totally won me over by being such a nice, genuine person.


In other news:
I went to use the bathroom at work today and found the Smelly Poop Lady bent over the sink, DRINKING RIGHT OUT OF THE FAUCET! She then proceeded to systematically pull out like 80 paper towels from the dispenser, wipe her hands with the entire bunch, and then stuff them into the garbage can.

WEIRD!!!

Sooooo Tired

It's almost 10:00 p.m. and I'm still at work. I'm just waiting for one more thing to print out before I can go home. My brain feels like mush.

So I'm going to cheer myself up by writing about R for a minute. He is honestly one of the nicest most considerate guys I've ever met. I mean, what else can you say about a guy who schedules a golf tee time with his father around your schedule so he can spend as much time as possible with you on a Saturday morning/afternoon?

I'm on the precipice of falling hard. I can't help myself...

Holy Crap

I had another encounter with the Smelly Poop Lady this afternoon. Good God, what does that woman EAT??? And the perfume she wears reminds me of a funeral parlor!

In other news, I got to continue my lovely discussion of euphemisms for the word "poop" by trying to decide whether or not to highlight the word "excrement" as a term that might need to be explained to English language learners who read our literature book.

And you thought your job was fun....