Matchmaker, Matchmaker Make Me a Match . . .
My Dad has official become a little matchmaker. He (sorta) pimped me out to the waiter at dinner last night. Everytime he starts in on the "Are you available?" conversation i half expect him to show off my teeth ans comment on my child bearing hips. So dilemma- I have his number and I gave him mine. Do call the Wes (I think) the waiter? Maybe after some liquid courage.
In other news- my parents are loaning some money to get a laptop. I can afford to buy it, but not right now because of all the money I'm going to be spending on presents. So, this is a good thing besides the fact that I'm going to have to dick around with itunes again.
i just weighed myself on a whim today and I am (finally) down to the weight on my ID. Score! And it was all without dieting too! Amazing what stress at work can accomplish.
In other news- my parents are loaning some money to get a laptop. I can afford to buy it, but not right now because of all the money I'm going to be spending on presents. So, this is a good thing besides the fact that I'm going to have to dick around with itunes again.
i just weighed myself on a whim today and I am (finally) down to the weight on my ID. Score! And it was all without dieting too! Amazing what stress at work can accomplish.