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Catch Up!

So, there goes February! And I've posted about once. So it's time to play catch up. I shall have lots of lovely blog posts for the rest of this week. And they're pretty exciting. Ok, one of them is really exciting the rest are just catch up. For this first post, all the things that don't fit into their own topic.

Awesome pen I got in my cereal! It writes really well! A guy in my poetry workshop has the Obi Wan Kenobi one. That made me so excited.

I thought I looked nice

Sad about the below zero weather. I wore socks under and over my pants. 

This is how I roll.

She was thirsty

Ok, these are the COOLEST things ever. They're Jamberry wraps. You sort of heat them onto your nails. I'm the girl whose nails chip after three hours and these are still on and look great. I have some more coming in the mail and I'm so excited! Oh Jamberry, want to sponsor me????

 
We don't get to sit down at work. But I came in and found a chair in the stockroom and it was in my way. So I thought, why not sit in it?! I was a very happy lady and glad that I was the only girl in the department ;) My co-worker was taking pictures of me though, which is kind of weird, but I think I look cute while yelling at the camera so I felt the need to post this. 


I thought this was funny. I hope that he got that I was kidding. Ok, I was only semi kidding. That kids birthday is forever engrained in my head because I'm a freak and remember every guys birthday that I've ever liked (my five year old husbands birthday- October 29th. Oh. My. Goodness. My five year old husband and my for real almost husband have the same birthday. This is too, too, weird. . . I only remember this because we argued when we were little because he always said he was older than me because his birthday was on a 29th and mine was on a 25th and 29 is bigger than 25 but I quickly corrected him that September comes before October and 25 comes before 29.) and yeah, couldn't he at least have the decency to store my birthday up there in his brain even though we never talk anymore? Goodness. 

I'm wearing Sammy's tie and I forgot to give it back when he dropped me off at home. I feel so special and like we just started dating again and all giddy inside. It's not going to be long where if I accidentally take his things he'll have to wait until the next day to get them back because soon, we'll be living together! Eep! Until then, I will wear Sammy's tie around the house and periodically sniff it. 

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  1. The tie picture totally made me laugh. I totally remember when you brought to YW a necklace that you had stolen from some boy because he smelled good ... now you are marrying him!!

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  2. What what! Your two husband's birthdays match... That's intense. It's a good sign, I think.

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