It gets worst. I ordered The Best of Johnny Mathis cd from Borders. Just. For. That. Song.
I will have to buy a scarf and some really big sunglasses to wear when I go in to pick it up. I hope that I don't run into anyone I know and have them ask what I bought..
I saw my bff, Harriet yesterday and told her about bawling over a Johnny Mathis song. At first, she looked a little horrified, but then being the true blue friend that she is, she said, "Anybody messes with you, girl. You come to me. I'll take 'em down, roll 'em in flour and fry 'em up."
Yeah. You tell 'em, buddy.
And on a lighter note...there in my e-mail today was something from Doris Noraker. The name sounded kind of familiar, but I couldn't place it. Then, I remembered...she was my piano teacher when I was a kid! I was curious. Opened up the e-mail. It said:
WAnt to be biGGer and really get the ladies? We have XXwow big man creme for you.
Ah. That silly Doris....!
But, how weird. It was actually a name I knew.....!