9:37 a.m. - 2004-11-01
some people call them cackle-aters
This is late, but definitely noteworthy. The coolest thing happened on Thursday. When Darren came home, he brought me a rose.
I never thought I was a flower-likin' kind of gal, since flowers die and aren't so pretty when they're dead.
But he came home, gave me the rose, and promised to bring home another one next month, too. I could have cried. Maybe I like flowers, after all.
I wonder if I should rethink my stance on jewelry, too.
As I type this, my mom is sitting at the airport hoping that the President doesn't show up because she's catching a flight to Italy for the next week.
Alas, it's Election Day Eve, and the President is going to be here today, so I hope he comes after her plane is safely in the air. It's always such a hassle when the President comes to town.
Last Thursday I went to a meeting and was acknowledged for three months of perfect quality (read: no mistakes) with a framed certificate and a fancy-ass calculator.
They spelled my name wrong on the certificate, and the calculator will only work if you want to see the numbers 1, 2, 12, 21, or some other combination of the digits 1 and 2. Not that you can add, subtract, multiply, or divide them.
The calculator even says "Quality Champion" on it.
At least the frame works.
I did have a crazy dream last night, but I can't remember any of it except that there was a Ben & Jerry's store on a starship in the Earth's atmosphere and I had to say that I went there a lot (even though I didn't) because otherwise the serial killer I was talking to would kill me.
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