January 28, 2011

  • When I couldn't remember whether I blogged yesterday, I figured I hadn't. Somehow yesterday morning I managed to lock myself out and couldn't find my house key. My keyring somehow broke and I had every key except my housekey. It was just a really odd occurrence. I looked in the car, on the walkway, and in the house. It has to show up eventually since I didn't go anywhere Wednesday and it has to be somewhere in the vicinity since I did get in the house Wednesday. Perhaps between cleaning the house and the car tomorrow I'll find it. The leasing office gave me a new key so I'm cool on that. Had some Chick Fil-A last night, which was good. Oh...practice girl came with some more of her nonsense. I played along for the amusement. She said she would come over for dinner tonight (would have been here in 8 minutes), but she doesn't know where I live. I just laugh at her being so pitiful, but have no idea what she gets out of this whole thing. Maybe she's a masochist. I'm saying, though: it's been almost 10 years since we first met. I couldn't take her seriously if she wanted me to. Not that she was the only game-playing girl who chose to speak to me out of the blue: another one messaged me on FB this morning. Why...just...why. As many female friends as I have that I plain love, it's funny that there are women like those two who cancel things out. Nothing special Thursday night...oh, I think the one blond officer from Dallas looks better than Mandy from Cincinnati (although she still looks good). Oh, speaking of looking good: Tamron Hall was worth the trip home during lunch. Wow. Richelle Carey wasn't on HLN, which was plain unfair since we had it on at the office at 4. Sigh.

    No weekend plans other than washing the car tomorrow. Yeah, that about covers it.