oh humpday.

Joe's been asking weird questions lately. Not that that's anything new, but he's asking weird questions unprovoked. Like if I like penguins and do I like aquariums. Yes I like penguins, yes I will GO to an aquarium but fish scare me. I finally found out why - because he wants me to go to Boston with him in August. Apparently the company he works for is rich and brings employees down for a week and puts them in a fantastic hotel with room service and why can't I work for them instead of a nursing home?

Anyway, I'll be going with him. LONG TERM PLANS OH GOD. It's been two months that we've been "together" (albeit only a month and a half "officially"), which means it's been two months since I've broken up with Matt, which means my "two month beer goggles" are coming off now and I still haven't gotten cold feet. I'd like to say that it's a feat that I haven't gotten any pangs of insecurity about this relationship because usually I'm teeming with them at this point.

I digress.

I need to buy a dress. I don't even care what the dress looks like... I have no drothers. I just need a dress for Friday's Big Bad Voodoo Daddy show so I don't look like something the cat dragged in. Plus, Scotty Morris is my husband (and he knows and he called us the happy couple one time - OH I'M IN IT TO WIN IT) and I have to look like hot sex for him, ya? And maybe give him a little slap'n pickle? (Beerfest I<3u)>

I could also use something cute to wear tonight. We're having a work dinner thing - our accounts payable lady retired - and I also don't want to look like a schlub for that. More than likely I'll end up in jeans, a tee (NOT my Mets tee... or maybee......) and non-matching and/or broken flip flops. Whatever, I'm not paying for dinner, only for the three obligatory 7&7s I must have to make myself act like a normal human being and not sit at the end of the table listening to everyone talk about how I'm "the baby." I GET IT! I'M THE BABY! But Baby can drink you under the table.

And Baby's gonna do that right now... with a caramel iced latte. (I might be an alcoholic, but I don't drink at work - just on my lunch break).