“She tried to play it like,
‘Oh, I don’t consider that porn’,
but that girl had her fingers
where a girl’s fingers ain’t supposed to be
unless she washin’.”
- “True Dat”, Flava of Love

I know, I know.. half of Huntsville’s cube rats (and some of Arab’s cube rats.. hey, boys!) are freaking out right now.  No post today?  Is she alright?  Is she sick?  Did the stick she peed on lie to her?  OhMyGod, she finally got a response from that Mark Karr guy, didn’t she?

Not yet, yes, no, I hope not, and eww.

I just have nothing of import to talk about.

I could tell you that the fat and lazy wife from Tennessee on this week’s “Wife Swap” is an embarrassment to woman-kind everywhere.  Her whole “we do all of the duties 50/50″ line made me vomit, because let’s just be realistic.. no one’s house does chores 50/50.  Whoever is home the most, does the most.  Our house works that way.  Other houses work that way.  Now, the working half of the equation has a responsibility to, say, clean up after himself.. but 50/50?  Sounds like a utopia to me.

Or I could tell you how “Flavor of Love” on VH1 is our seriously guilty pleasure this season, because the girls this season are skanky beyond skank.  Hell, one girl released her bowels in the first episode.  In the middle of a hallway.  WHO DOES THAT?  Last night was no exception; the mere opening credits are enough for Bryan and I to scamper to the kitchen for alcohol (me with my chickenshit Beringer, and he with his malt beverage) and then vibrate on the couch in hopes of more fabulous ghetto histrionics.

I could credit Conan O’Brien with one of the best opening sketches I’ve seen on Sunday night’s Emmys.  My favorite?  The South Park portion, where they actually brought Tom Cruise out of the closet.  It was worth it.  Totally worth it.

Or I could regale the joyous news that I’ve been successful at walking every night this week.  I even went running last night.  Charlie is a real pro at jogging; he instinctively gets between myself and whomever else we pass, even if it’s a large truck.  Nice to know I’m protected from diesel engines.

I could fill you in that I’ve been making hand-made invitations for the wedding and my wrist hurts.

I could share with you that we saw Fern walking down the street, waving to people.. through the windows into their houses.  And she doesn’t know those people.. they moved in a mere week ago.

I could whine that a friend of mine went and saw the “Bodies” exhibit in Atlanta, and I am jealous as all hell.  Number one, because she went out of town, and number two, because I love dead bodies.

I could admit that I’m a freak.

But here is really what is overarching in my life right now: I’m happy.  I’m fixing to start my 26th year on this planet, with a job more successful than I thought I would be at 26, fixing to be married to man that I love more than I realized was possible, and all of my friends are happy and fulfilled and loved.  (Yes, “FIXING TO”.  Get over it.)

Tonight is Book Club.  I haven’t read the book.  I don’t even own the book.  But I’m going to go sit with women I love and admire and just be happy. (And drink wine. <– for Bryan)

Sometimes, albeit rarely, things just all feel right.

This is where the quote goes
where we decided to be a Coven
that I hurriedly whispered to Steph
in front of Renaissance.
I just have no friggin’ idea
what that quote was.
I bet she will.

OUR TIME HAS COME!!

“Sexy baby,
Happiness and silhouettes,
revolving in the deep water,
night sky,
Pleasure moment,
thinking big
thinking positive
and itching to get on with it..”
- “Daylight Robbery”, Imogen Heap

So, today, I can talk.  Freely.  Everyone knows, and life is happy.  Everyone is so incredibly supportive of me, and happy for my accomplishments.. and, honestly, that was completely unexpected.  I thought everyone here would be upset that I would leave them, that it was some sort of betrayal, but in reality, everyone has said that they never expected me to stay long anyway.. I have too many good things ahead of me.

Which is nice.

My last day in this office is September 15th, which seems too close and too far away at the same time.  I love the people I work with and will miss them terribly.  It’s nice to have people around you that don’t flinch when you come to work in a cynical mood.  Maybe I should just set the bar low at my new job; let them know Sarah is not an unending font of happiness. (I’m kidding.  I will ease them into the bitterness s-l-o-w-l-y.)

Bryan was so incredibly cute last night.  I feel like this new job is a stroke of good luck; he’s convinced that it is the fruition of hard work and good karma.  He would look over at me randomly and kiss my forehead and tell me how proud he is of me.  I don’t know what he’s proud of, but I’ll take all the forehead kisses I can get.

We took the dogs for a walk last night, and Charlie has almost completely calmed down.  We had an issue with pulling on the leash, so initially, we bought a “STOPS PULLING IMMEDIATELY” harness, which only resulted in Charlie pulling until he rubbed himself raw.  So then we switched to his neck collar, which resulted in Charlie suffocating himself and vomiting halfway through the walk.  Finally, I gave in and bought a choke collar.  I prepared Bryan for that initial squeal when the dog first wears the collar, but on the second walk, Charlie was a new dog.  It was very sweet to watch Bryan finally get Charlie to be a “good dog”. 

Today has the makings of a lazy day here at work.  Which is good, since I have to pack.