I got a box of candy at work!

I'm chummy with one of our vendors, and sent him a check for $15,000 last week before he'd even had a chance to complain about the fact that it hadn't been paid, FedExed it over because I'm all nice and everything, and he sent me a box of See's candy to thank me!

I'm used to getting screamed at by vendors, not getting prezzies!

We had another party at work Thurday--yes, it was a two party week at The Company That Must Not Be Named! This one was a baby shower for Audrey, who is having a baby (umm...duh!) and included The Best Strawberry Shortcake In The World again, so it was a bang-up party as far as I was concerned.

I wrote in Audrey's card that this was a somewhat elaborate method of getting a couple of months off work, but to each his own...I'd have faked a broken leg, me.

There is a dissenting vote on the "boys and sweatpants" argument!

Max says:

"I had never heard of this sweat pants thing, and I must say I don't think the mere wearing of my favorite leisure clothes means I am hoping to have sex with the woman I have invited over. I must mention, however, that I am not a normal guy (meaning I dislike changing my oil and the whole lesbian thing doesn't turn me on) and not privy to all the "rules of the game." Yasee, sometimes they forget to inform me of amendments to the male code (probably for fear that I'd warn all the women). Therefore, to me, if I am in sweat pants, chances are the most it means is that I am comfortable enough around her to shed the khaki and polo duds for the less formal loungewear."

So there you go, the answer is a resounding "Not necessarily"!

I read this that Megan wrote the other day, and laughed and laughed, 'cause it sounded sooooo familiar.

All I have to say is, if it's pathetic at 21 to be constantly saying to your friends "Do you think he likes me? He did this, this and this, but they might not mean anything!", it's far more pathetic to be doing the same thing at 33.

Sometimes age does not equal insight. Particularly where boys are concerned!!

And the back seat drivers on the internet have weighed in with their opinions on my life, and their voices ring out as one:

I must say something! I must do something! I must stop being a big chicken with a bad self-image!

This is entirely true, I do see that, but unfortunately, I have in fact met me before, and know exactly how unlikely such straightforward action would be.

I promise I'll try, though...

This month's Planet Amazon column is up, I forgot to say.
I would have put an exclamation point at the end of that sentence, but I think I'm using too many lately and it's making me look a trifle dim-witted.

One year ago today:
When we get to the store don't even bother asking for ice cream 'cause you're not getting it!

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