With this t-shirt, ordered it last night:
It makes me giddy.
Giddy, I tell you! Well, Michelle and her friend visited me last night, and that was fun! You can pick out a good friend from the rest of the bunch when "catching up" is second to dicking around and blabbing about whatever. Also, since we used to live together, I didn't feel any obligation to clean my room (although I did make my bed), she's seen a lot worse from me.
She jumped on my bed, called me a bitch, and I love her dearly. Friends rock, man! We also ate really good cake that my mom made, and her friend is really cute. Fun times.
I was reading the com(munications) book at work last night. Us caregivers write about the residents, any info that should be passed along, etc. And, Sheila, one of the residents, got a hold of it, so she wrote an entry that said something like, "well, today was a usual day for Bob and I. It was nice and-" Bob's her husband. although she's been trying to "make it" with a male rezzie, Clarance. Ooooh, the scandal!