Monday, June 15, 2009

borrowing trouble

That's what I do, folks! Yes, things are totally fine with me and my main squeeze. He just had to get over his little snit. We ended up having a lovely Saturday night. He even offered to stop on the way over and pick up Chinese. Ah, the way to my heart! We basically vegged in front of the TV watching Kill Bill Vol. 2 and then kicked some bootie at online Jeopardy. Ya, we lead the exciting life.

In other news, Ernest the Wonder Kitten is doing quite well. He and Thomas are now starting to chase each other around the house in play (instead of dominance). They have gotten to the point where they will BOTH share the bed with me instead of just taking turns. Aww, sweet kittehs! I also got a new sofa that I will pick up Thursday from the consignment store. Sooooo excited! It's a Quatrine that my mother found for an absolutely stellar price (for a Quatrine, that is). I'm gonna dig being able to throw the slip cover in the washing machine whenever needed.

Well, we finally got a driver at work. Gotta get working now!

Saturday, June 13, 2009


Well, it's been forever and a week since I really blogged, but now I have something I really gotta get off my chest. I think I may have really made the boyfriend mad. It's not really my fault though. I was invited to a party last night, and I was really excited to see some friends I hadn't seen in ages. He wanted to go along (I asked, he said sure). First off, he got to my house two and a half hours later than I expected him. Fine, I got to watch the hockey game and be fashionably late. Then we get to the party, and all he does is park himself in a corner against a wall with a beer in his hand and his arms crossed over his chest. I kept trying to get him to talk to people. Yes, I'm a social butterfly sometimes. He's a loner type. When we left (or as he put it, finally left), he commented that it was the "most tedious" hour and a half of his life. He was mad. We didn't talk in the car on the way home. We didn't talk once we got home other than his telling me to "go to bed" and asking me 20 minutes later "you alright?" We haven't really talked today, and he hasn't returned my phone call yet. I can't decide if I want to call again or not. I'm sure I will. Of course my mother tells me not to worry, not to borrow trouble, etc. Hellooooooo??? Do you know me? =) I hate being a girl.