Whew… I had a long weekend at work, some good, some bad… But as far as the good I got some big projects done I was proud of… with some help from Kirsten and Cindy… 
I was so exhausted when I got home last night that I couldn’t really form whole sentences or even decide what I wanted to eat….
So… A little over two years ago there was a sad gray kitty, named Feeny. Feeny was sad because when people asked him to draw a picture of his family he didn’t know what to do… His mommy and his daddy weren’t married… and he had a brother who was orange… you can imagine the rumors…. the embarrassment… the shame… well two years ago today we made Feeny a legitimate kitty and got married… two years ago today we became a happy family…
I am leaving now to go pick up Jason from the airport…. woooohoooooooo! Yippy, yeah and all that stuff! I get hugs soon!
So I am browsing Jason’s photos… without him here to explain them… So far I have discovered he now wears skirts and sandles… and he acts like some strange animal…
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So I went to Panera for dinner… I wanted to go there for lunch but the mall parking lot was way to crazy… so I went, and I brought my book so I could read while I ate, just in case the skating rink wasn’t too interesting…
Well the skating rink looked boring… it was the same 60+ ladies taking their lesson that I have seen like 20 times this summer… so I sat down in the Panera area and began to eat and read…. Then some blond guy comes up and asks if anyone is sitting with me… what am I supposed to do… it is obvious no one is… so i say no and he sits down… ok….. akward…. So he sits and starts talking to me… after about a minute or two I work “my husband” into the conversation and he does a double take at the ring… we continue conversation while he eats then he leaves…. he tried to get me to go shopping with him but I said I was just out to eat then had to go home… I wanted to go to Lane Bryant but he headed that way and I didn’t want to get caught in a lie… so I went to Target and got three new pairs of sandles and two new books… that was good therapy for the strange dinner experience… now I am home and feeling fairly at peace and confident he didn’t follow me home…
UPDATE: WOW, I just found his myspace… 17yrs old! There is no way he could have thought I was near his age… he must have had friends who dared him to sit with me or something… too funny!!!
