Well, ladies and germs, it’s about that time.  I’ll be heading out in the next hour or so, so I can be safely in my own four walls in time for my scheduled phone interview this afternoon.  Keep your fingers crossed that I can
b.s. my way through a ten minute phone interview.  On second thought, don’t waste your energy.  I’ve B.S.’ed my way through a lot more.  LIKE LIFE.

Okay, kidding about the life thing.

Dane Cook is now one of my friends on MySpace.  I really don’t like MySpace, but the fact that Dane Cook’s smiling face is there when I log in makes it all worthwhile.  Mmm.. Dane Cook.  Men who are funny AND hot really get my goat.  Mmm.  They frost my cookies.  They (insert sexually charged metaphor here).

I feel very lame to not have my house decorated yet.  I planned to do that this weekend and it did not get done.  Maybe tonight.  Since the Boy was sick today, Bryan took today and tonight off.  And as an update to all of the email WildeChicks, the Boy is fine.  Not even a sprain.  Dr. Sarah called that one.

I have been so incredibly efficient today.  I even impressed myself.  I earned a paycheck today.  I should take the rest of the week off.  I’ve peaked.

To all of the Jungle Book kids, don’t suck on Thursday.  Or if you suck, at least do it well.

And to some "not-to-be-named" senior who is complaining about how she was cast in a certain one-act, get the hell over it.  If you can’t get the hell over it, make everyone’s life that much easier and quit.  Complaining about how you refuse to try, and refusing to see the dialect coach that they’ve brought in to help you, and just basically thinking that the show is being planned around EVERYONE ELSE AND NOT YOU makes me sick.  You don’t have the talent to afford your ego.  Get the hell over yourself.

I feel better.  Later, gators.

How some of you found your way here:

And my most proud and shining moment since I started this site:

"TONGUE" + "ASS" + "DOG"

I love it when people talk to Delle like she has no idea what’s happening in Huntsville.  It always tickles me.  Like I don’t talk to her several times a week.  Sometimes, if one of us is REALLY busy, it will only be once a week.. but rest assured, she knows EXACTLY what’s going on here.  I keep my peeps up to date.

Well, I knew it would happen.. I spoiled today’s entry by spilling the beans yesterday.  You already know about the Chilli Mac.  So now I have little to share with you.  Except this..

Bryan is so incredibly happy.  I honestly cannot remember the last time I’ve seen the man like this.  Although he’s tired, and worn out from time to time, he’s VERY happy.  He sang through the entire liberetto of
Les Mis while cooking last night, and some of it included interpretive dance.  It was amazing.  I was just in awe of him last night.  I envy him.  Everyone should be so content in their job.

I’m working very hard to not wear jeans until Friday this week.  Boss is a lot nicer to me when I’m not in jeans.

Yesterday was tough at work.  Wore me out.  Today, I have an interview for my second job, which will be nice.  I’m kinda bummed about having to have a second job, but the thought of, you know, eating and stuff again is nice.  The thought of buying new clothes.. replacing my dog-eaten shoes.. buying my winter boots.. actually filling up my gas tank without having to do math in my head.. all very, very nice.

It’s funny that Steph wrote that entry yesterday, as there is quite the scuttlebutt about a single woman cavorting with a married man around here.  Everyone’s chatting about it.  I think it’s the time of year.  I’ve written about it before, but I think autumn kicks our hibernation urges into overdrive.. we want to settle down with someone warm for the winter.  Some women don’t care if they’ve got a ring on or not, as long as there’s a pulse.

Ready for the cooler weather.  And that’s all I can think about at the moment.