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I am grumpy.
On the way back to the office from picking up lunch, Lori and I saw this totally randy couple seriously making out while driving. It was tres disgusting. The guy was leaning all the way back in his seat, steering with his left hand (two fingers) with his right hand behind his head. The girl would alternate between making out with the guy, sitting on his lap, and laying down (and we all know what she was doing). It was so disgusting. I think they were from the West Bank.
And what is with me and food and gross people lately. The other night at dinner Amy watched a woman pick rib remnants out of her teeth with a toothpick and feed them to her activity partner. I almost tossed my cookies when she told me that. Luckily she and I had switched seats earlier in the night so I wouldn't have to look at them.
It's like freaking relationship amateur hour and I'm stuck in the middle.
This weekend Michael, Amy, and I need to temporarily move in with Lori because the people who actually own the apartment where we're staying are coming into town. It makes me realize just how much of a home I don't have. If that makes sense...
As I said, grumpy today.
I made a sign that says "Your mom likes BRAUTWURST" in red smelly marker (cherry?) and drew a little red sausage on it, but it isn't cheering me up.
Grr.
On the way back to the office from picking up lunch, Lori and I saw this totally randy couple seriously making out while driving. It was tres disgusting. The guy was leaning all the way back in his seat, steering with his left hand (two fingers) with his right hand behind his head. The girl would alternate between making out with the guy, sitting on his lap, and laying down (and we all know what she was doing). It was so disgusting. I think they were from the West Bank.
And what is with me and food and gross people lately. The other night at dinner Amy watched a woman pick rib remnants out of her teeth with a toothpick and feed them to her activity partner. I almost tossed my cookies when she told me that. Luckily she and I had switched seats earlier in the night so I wouldn't have to look at them.
It's like freaking relationship amateur hour and I'm stuck in the middle.
This weekend Michael, Amy, and I need to temporarily move in with Lori because the people who actually own the apartment where we're staying are coming into town. It makes me realize just how much of a home I don't have. If that makes sense...
As I said, grumpy today.
I made a sign that says "Your mom likes BRAUTWURST" in red smelly marker (cherry?) and drew a little red sausage on it, but it isn't cheering me up.
Grr.