The Randomness

• New sandals. Pretty pedicure (well, at least my toes aren’t mangled anymore since I gave up playing soccer in April 2006). A new skirt. My little shopping trip on Saturday was very fruitful, thank you very much. And I’ll just ignore the fact that Mr. Hot suggested using landscape instead of profile to shoot a picture of my size-10 foot. Dickhead.

• Drove on the new driveway for the first time last night. To park the VERY filthy car (when you park on a dirt road, you get a dirt car) in the garage. Shortman got the honors of actually making the first (did I mention dirty?) tracks on that beautiful expanse of asphalt. The basketball hoop went back in place, too. Yay. Garage parking. Clean car.

• I love my Samsung YPZ-5 mp3 player. I love Yahoo Jukebox plus. Together they are magic for plane rides and train rides and crappy cab rides during Chicago rush hour.
• My flowers are blooming like crazy.

The Moaning

• Remember this? The one where I rhapsodize over the wonderful weekend with Mr. Hot’s kids? The one where I said we really felt like a family? Once again, I am a fucking fool. Neither of them thought to call or write to him for Father’s Day. I really believed that after the TYO pledged that he wanted a relationship and was going to try to make it work, that the least he would do is email or call. On Father’s Day. I guess my faith was misplaced.
• Back to Chicago tomorrow. After I packed up my office last month, waiting for them to find me someplace new to sit, I got a call saying that my phone would be hooked up for tomorrow’s visit. In the “visitor’s office”. Which is a closet - in the hallway. Ooooh, wheeee.

—- Well, packing would be my last moaning. I guess thinking about the empty promises of 2 young adults has overshadowed any other things I’m facing today. But I really, really hate packing. —-

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