Today

I have some thoughts. They aren't very profound, neverthless, here they are.

For those who didn't see it on my facebook status, I saw a sign the other day near my place for "Mable Peabody's Beauty Parlor & Chainsaw Repair...night club." What. I was dumbfounded, so befuddled by this mysterious place that I missed the light turning and was honked at by a rather disgruntled gentleman in a truck made circa 1975. "Well, excuse me sir...but do you not see the stranger than strange place claiming to be a business?" A friend of mine has since confirmed that it is a gay/lesbian bar. I still don't get it.

Jillian is down to two eligible gentleman on The Bachelorette. I was all for Ed, who bares a striking resemblance to Denny from Grey's Anatomy, until he wore an atrocious pair of swim trunks and awful suit that were from the same year as the truck in my first anecdote. (Yes, I choose my men based solely on what they wear.) However, Kiptyn is just...too perfect. Something must be wrong. Jillian's decision-making has been quite wackadoodle all season (I know, the pot calling the kettle black) so I'm a little worried about the poor girl, but hopefully all will be right in this not-reality world.

I am bored at work. I haven't been bored at work in a long time. In fact, I have been feeling like I am on a treadmill, running and getting nowhere, most days because we have been that busy. The last memorable time I was really, really bored at work was Labor Day 2006. I joined eHarmony because I had too much time on my hands, filled out their 1000-question profile, and then was annoyed to find that my first match was smokin' HOT and I could only talk to him if I joined. I am now trying to blog my boredom away because I obviously shouldn't join eHarmony again...Jesse probably would have a problem with that.

Speaking of the devil...ahem, I mean, speaking of my fantastic boyfriend, I bought a ticket today for a Labor Day holiday weekend in Seattle. Yay! Only 45 days til I see my Jesse...but who's counting?

And finally, after searching and searching (okay, I looked once) for a bike, my co-worker gave me her twice-used mountain bike for free! Immediately, I took the bike to a local shop where they aired my tires, adjusted the seat, and helped me strap a bike rack onto my car. On the way out, after owning my bike for less than an hour and having yet to even ride it, I nearly broke my toe on the bike rack leaving the store. There was cussing and gnashing of teeth for about 3 minutes. Since then, I have enjoyed watching my toe take on the colors of the rainbow.