So I was going to write a I-am-so-happy-I-have-a-lunch-date post, but in light of a recent IM conversation with a certain someone who just happened to cancel our plans (for the second day in a row), I am now writing a post pondering the magnificent ability I have to attract friends who are complete and total flakes. Hmmmmmm.

I am really starting to wonder if I am taking the opposites attract issue to the extreme. You all know (or those of you who have read any of my site) that I am very organized, punctual, dependable, etc. almost–ok, who am I kidding, TOTALLY–to the point of being obsessive compulsive. But really, can I not have friends who are at least borderline reliable? Is it too much to ask for a little respect? The ability to RSVP? Meet at the time we decided? Reply to that email I sent? Call and tell me you aren’t coming even though you said you were? Invite me over to your new house?

Oh well. I guess this must be my karmic retribution for something horrible I did in a past life. Do you think it matters that I don’t actually buy all that crap?

…really had to pee, but on your way out of your office had a co-worker highly recommend you not use the one on our floor because someone did something horrid and unforgivable in there, so you go down and use one on the 3rd floor, which has the exact same floor plan as your own floor, and by the time you pee, wash your hands, check your hair (and your teeth!), you walk out of the bathroom and into what you think is your office only to realize it is completely vacant and there is no one there and for half a second you freak the hell out wondering WTF happened while you were in the bathroom, only to realize you are not on your floor and therefore all is right in the world again?

No? It’s just me?

Oh ok then. Must be Monday, eh?

So I don’t really have a lot to say today. I guess I could start with the fact that I made it back safe and sound from Convention. Sadly it wasn’t “Girls Gone Wild” like some people would think (sorry, Jeanie!). I am not into the drinking-all-night-and-therefore-puking-all-morning lifestyle. I had a fun time, but travelling really takes a lot out of me. Thankfully I had Monday off from work, so I got to sleep in and relax a little before I had to clean up the remains of a “boys video game weekend.” Oy vey. Actually they were really good and I just had to do my basic weekly cleaning and TONS of laundry. Then I have just been workin’ and not a whole lot of anything else.

Anyone else hear crickets chirping?

Sorry I don’t have a lot to bring to the table. I’m tired and having a weird pain in my lower back that Extra Strength Tylenol and two trips to the chiropractor in one morning won’t fix. I think I need a vacation. Anyone else counting down to the next day off from work (Sadly it’s not until Presidents’ Day-Feb 20th! And that’s a whole month away!)??

First and foremost, did you all realize today is Friday the 13th?! Crazy. I totally didn’t even notice until I looked at my work phone just now. Random.

Secondly, I am leaving town later today. Husband is dropping me off at the airport and I am flying to Long Beach, California for a convention this weekend. Should make for a good time. Only I am a little nervous cause I have never had to fly alone. I’m not really alone, ’cause I am traveling with my up-line (well she is on the same flight anyway), but I am traveling sans siblings, sans spouse, and sans parental units, which I have never done. How can that be, you ask? I guess I just lead a sheltered life. So, being the anal retentive person I am, I have checked the status of my flight (still on), doubled checked that I have my boarding pass (I do) and triple checked that I packed everything I might have the occasion to need (also done). And, are you ready for this? I have printed the driving directions from the airport to the hotel, from the hotel to the convention, and from the convention back to the airport. (Google maps is the best! True Dat. Double true!) I really hate being lost, and since Simeon is my navigational beacon, I wanted to do my best to not get lost on this trip. Think I have over done it? Probably. Do I care? Nope.

And (thirdly?) lastly, I wanted to leave you with my final thought. (Ok, suddenly I am feeling very Jerry Springer-esque.) Anyway, here is my Google quote of the day, it’s too good not to share:

I think age is a very high price to pay for maturity. –Tom Stoppard

Can I get an amen to that? Alrighty. I am over and out. Have a great weekend all! I’ll be back next week.

When ordering a Christmas present for your husband, make sure you are not signed in under his account, because the order confirmation will be sent directly to his email inbox. And no matter how quickly you call the customer service people (Come on! It only took me 3 minutes! That’s all! And most of that was finding the number and then waiting on hold!), there is nothing they can do to recall an email that has already been sent. Nothing.

Him: Ummm, what do you think these little red spots are on my arms?
Me: I dunno.
Him: Do you see this? And this?! And here is another one!
Me: Maybe you are exploding. One cell at a time.

And then later on…

Me: What is that on your shirt?
Him: What? This?
Me: Is is syrup?
Him: Nah. It looks red.
Me: So, what, is it blood?
Him: Maybe. Remember I am exploding one cell at a time.