It's like this thing is a magnet. December is once again nearing and I've somehow stumbled back to my blog like a drunken lady hoping to find whatever earring she thought she wore, but didn't. But it won't stop her from asking everyone to scoot out of the (wrong) booth so she can dig around in the crack like a moron.
That analogy was unnecessary.
Yesterday while raking leaves and wishing it were snow I sort of wished I would re-do this whole December project. But I don't want to resurrect it only to find it's a terrible idea.
Then again, you have no idea when I last went on a date with any level of success or at all.
I did do a fun little speed-dating thing last week. I'm fairly certain I was the oldest girl in the lineup and I really dazzled those dudes with my favorite book: Pocket Thesaurus/wallet combo.
Seriously. That's the stuff babes are made of. (Not babies. Babes. Guys, I called myself a babe. Now I'm making a "yeah right face!" And I'm not looking for you to agree or disagree. I'm just filling you in because no other person is in this room to see what's happening.)
((INTERJECTION: WHAT IF I DID A BLOG WITH A CAMERA ON AND YOU COULD READ AT THE EXACT SPEED I TYPED AND WATCH MY FACE CHANGE AS THE WORDS HAPPENED? THAT WOULD BE SO BORING AND HARD TO FOCUS ON. DON'T LET IT HAPPEN. ALSO, THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPH AND THE SENTENCE BEFORE WOULD BE OBSOLETE.))
So- I haven't been on a date in a little while. I've been so busy doing my stuff, that I managed to forget about finding a better half to woo and swoon over and adore.
Instead I've been studying things to be a better worker-at-my-job, I've raked a few leaves, and I've gone as the third, fifth, and seventh wheel to dinner with so many wonderful friends.
On that note: it's time to maybe get serious a little.
So...when are you free and what should we do?
