All Things Woompty

Talking without saying anything

I have all these ideas about things I want to write about, about things like the day Freckles was talking about my pink pants and how they were something that I, with the personality that I have, can totally carry off but that she would never dare to try on, much less wear proudly, and how I've realized that being the Pink Pants Girl has made me into one of those leader types that other people listen to for some reason.

And things like how we got a letter from Kev's mom the other day, tucked into only the second engagement card we'd received, a letter that made me tear up when she talked about how excited she is about our wedding and how she was proud of us and how I was the perfect person to be her daughter in law.

Other things, about my birthday and the perfect gifts I got without asking, like the sewing maching The Moms randomly chose for me, or the perfect little pink and brown jewelry box that Otter gave me, or the book about scrapbooking and the Visa gift card that I'm going to use to buy a new bowling ball and the Lane Bryant gift card that I'm going use to buy something totally girly and springtimey.

Or about the alligator head that Kev's mom sent us from Florida and how it makes us laugh and laugh and how Abbie sniffed it so close that she kept poking her little nose with the sharp, sharp teeth and the ideas we've had for using it (candy dish, business card holder).

And then there's the random referrals I've had pop up lately in my stats, referrals from people looking up "Joe Rouer's bar" that make me crave another one of those burgers, and how sorry I feel for the person who searched for "Pt. Loma cheating fiance", and how I don't have a clue why someone would do a search for "burger belcher" but I find it hilarious that they ended up on my page.

I'd like to talk about all of that, but right now I need to go run errands and scarf down some lunch and somehow break through this wall of blah and get some damn work done.

posted by Melinda @ 11:10 AM