Allright y'all, my very good friend has just posted about how much she loves her life and I have just found myself crying because I knocked my purse over.  It's really not that I am that opposed to picking up my stuff, it's just that it was the end of a very dismal day.  The fact is, I cannot walk very well.  My feet don't work because they hurt ALL THE TIME.  I have had these insert things inside my shoes that help a whole lot for months now and today the doctor TOOK THEM BACK.  (to fix them)  Now that's all well and good that they need fixing (apparently all the gym going has squished them severely) but the result is that every step without them feels like knives going into my heels.  When he discussed taking them and fixing them I thought, "ok, i can deal with a couple of days of this"  but it turns out he was thinking like a couple of weeks!  what?!  Among things that happened during the day were my 7:00 appointment strolling in drunk at 8:00 (when we close!)  and then NOT signing up for the program, three insane children (sisters) coming in late and staying FOREVER.  Both of my workmates needing to leave early to be other places.  Working 11 hours.  So, I'm FINALLY ready to go for the night and I pick up my purse to go and somehow it flips out of my hand spilling the entire contents all over the floor.  This is when I lost it.  I mean seriously.  Only on a day like this does something so awful happen.  It's not like I picked up the purse upsidedown.  It's not like there was a sudden gust of wind in my office.  No, such a horrible thing can only happen when all other things have gone badly.  It's due to something disgusting.  It's due to something stupid.  It's clearly due to evil gravity.

stupid walking.

howdy nerds!

I'm afraid with my birthday and all I've been too busy partying to write.  No really.  Thursday we had a game night which was a blast.  Then Friday was my birthday and I spent the night knitting and watching a dragon movie (ok, ok, that wasn't really partying)  Then on Saturday I had a birthday dinner which was delicious and fabulous.  In fact so many people came we had to add three seats to the table!  Then, the other night I stayed up until 8:30 in the morning.  It turns out now that I am a quarter of a century I am too old for that bullshit.  The next day I slept until 6 pm and then my friend and I ordered in Thai foods.  Today we went to brunch where I met my potential husband.  (a handsome waitress with a buzzed head)  I flirted FOREVER.  I'm gonna have to go back next Monday just to leave her my number with a huge tip ;)  Then I went shopping and it turns out when you've been working out, all the clothes you try on fit!  I accidentally bought the cutest clothes on earth.  ooops!  Now I don't know how anyone is going to concentrate while looking at me from now on. CRAZY.

It's official.  Rice pudding is the best of all puddings.

Also, if I watch one more episode of Fresh Prince, I will no longer be able to pretend I am accidentally watching it/forgetting to change the channel.  Actually I am waiting for Rosanne to come on.  There are many reasons that Rosanne is the best ever.  First, there is Darlene.  Darlene is clearly a curly haired crazy and I could um, er, see how one could identify with her.  Then there is DJ.  When he was teeny, he was adorable.  And, no, I don't mean that weird kid who was in the first episode.  The best DJ moment is when the whole family goes to the bowling alley.  Near the end of the episode, they regroup and Rosanne pulls a goopy mess out of DJ's shirt pocket.  Rosanne says, "What is this?"  DJ answers, "An ice cream sandwich"  "What is it doing in your pocket?"  "I was savin it fer later!"
The all time best character ever on Rosanne is of course, Dan.  Dan is such an incredibly wonderful significant other.  If I could marry him I would.  He is supportive of Rosanne.  He builds a writing room in the basement for her.  He appreciates her ridiculous love of Halloween. (To the extreme) And, Dan has a belly like the bears on the toilet paper commerical.

Allright, allright, it is two in the morning.  And I have very important things to do tomorrow like eat brunch.