So, what shall I talk about. Let's talk about how this song turns me on. Lionel Richie singing about "Baby, let's go - I'll prepare your meals and make your bed, while you just Chill." I used to dream of being swept off my feet. Kissing. You know....Stuff. Now the thought of someone actually making the bed for me is hot. Pathetic.
Now, this guy, he was fun. He spotted me in a crowd and decided he liked me. He laughed, he waved, he had a conversation with me. He wasn't oblivious. But, his entire family was. I could have unstrapped him and walked off. No one would have noticed. The Oblivious family.
Hmmm..what other boring things have I done lately?
I counted my crocheted watermelon potholder collection.
I'm up to 56.
In case you were wondering.
I am seriously boring.
Tomorrow I am going to the Super Cheap Thrift, to the movies to see Night at the Museum 2 and out to eat at Golden Corral with my Mom and Step-dad. That ought to give me something to blog about.
But, then again, I think I just proved that it is possible to blog about absolutely nothing. Don't think you need to leave a comment on this post. Really, it isn't necessary.