7 February
I came in early yesterday to work on my Piles of Shame, because I could just see the gleam in The Raccoon's eye that she was planning on cleaning them up herself, and was completely done with the two biggest and most Shameful ones at 12.09p! How the hell did that happen? Did I discover a rip in the space-time continuum?
I've been talking to The Cutest Culligan Man in All the Land lately.
He came in a couple of weeks ago to make certain that I got this year's Giant Tin of Cookies that he dropped off when I was out of town, and he's still just as gorgeous as he always was, and then this week he called me about an invoice that hadn't been paid, and I had to look into it, so I had to talk to him several days in a row. It's amazing, everytime he said, "Hi, it's Bobby Lastname, the Culligan Man," I fall apart. He says "How are you?" and I have yet not to stumble over the answer.
"Hi, it's Bobby Lastname, the Culligan Man!"
"O, hey Bobby!"
"How are you?"
"O, um, yeah, I, um, uh-huh, yeah, good..."
I'm pretty certain that he's used to women turning into a big pile of goo around it, so he just moves on. Thank God, because anyone waiting for me to pick up the conversational ball in this situation would grow old waiting for me to say something clever. Fortunately, I can talk about the invoice in a vaguely intelligent manner, so he probably doesn't think that I'm a complete idiot.
I pinned his fax cover sheet on my cube wall. Hey, it has my name in his handwriting, and he even spelled it right! That's a keepsake, baby.
Heard on The Celluloid Closet:
"We know the Sal Mineo character is gay partly because he has a picture of Alan Ladd in his locker, but also from his adoration of the James Dean character."
Me: "Or because he is played by Sal Mineo!"
Today's
horoscope:
Seek out some educational activities, help kids or grandkids with their homework, or do something to stimulate everybody's mind.
One year ago today:
Weirdly, since I have been sick, I have been salivating constantly. I do not know why, nobody's been ringing any bells, but it's all about constantly swallowing.
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