Life Under Construction

My new favorite thing to do (this week) is put my dailybooth pictures in my blog.

What I REALLY need is a dailybooth feed plugin so that they’re automatically there.  I’m not really a big fan of Flickr, I’m more of a photobucket girl.

And speaking of photobucket, I need to make a new account.  The one I’ve had is at least 4 years old, probably closer to 5, and… the username I use… really isn’t appropriate anymore.  lolz

So how’s everyone doing today?  I’m fabulous, for sure.  I got to talk to Walter this morning.  RIGHT AFTER I posted on FB that I missed him, his call came in.  I was -seriously- squealing and giggling like a 6 year old at a theme park hyped up on cotton candy and chocolate covered coffee beans.

What.

So yeah!  I’m feeling good!  I was feeling good before Walter called, but now I’m feeling freaking awesome!  I was totally going to blog about something earlier, but now in my extremely giddy state I seem to have forgotten what it was.  It might have had something to do with Dr. Quinn, but I’m only slightly leaning that way.  Sarah and I watched it last night after we watched the new episode of Secret Life.

Does anyone here watch Secret Life Of The American Teenager?  Man.  That show is good.  It’s really emotional, but in a ridiculous way, and not ridiculous as in funny either.  I hate having to wait a week to see the next episode.  I think TV is dumb like that.  Commercials and waiting a week for more?  D.U.M.B.

I’m reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin for the first time.  I would just like to say that I am in love with Mr. Darcy.

Has anyone noticed that every time I read a new book I’m in love with a new fictional character?  Anyone?  Bueller?

Well, not with EVERY book.  But with a lot of books.  Does that mean I’m fiction-boy-crazy?  No?  Is that lame?  Yes.

Today is Walter’s brother Jonathan’s birthday.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONATHAN!  I was going to make him a birthday card, but I slacked and now it is too late.  I shall simply call him later when I’m sure he isn’t working to wish him a happy birthday and hope that he’s forgotten about the card I told him I’d make him a month ago when I was in MS…

Don’t judge me.

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