Thank God for lunch breaks and cute boys.

So, I went to lunch, REALLY needing to decompress and relax and just take it easy. I got a roast beast sammich on wheat with lettuce and mustard, salad, Sun Chips, and chocolate cake.

I ate a lot!

Then I read. My lunchtime novel is called Retail Therapy and it’s hilarious. I ate and read and totally relaxed and listened to Aria in my iPod and I’m now totally chill.

THEN to make things better, I ran into the cute IT guy as I was heading to the elevator. What a pretty man.

AND the sun is out! Oh, and Wicked is in for me at the library. I’m going to pick it up after work.

I feel loved. THREE invites for me tonight. Everyone wants a piece of me. Heehee. Considering that a year ago I felt unbelievably alone, this is amazing and wonderful.

It’s nice to feel happy again. Maybe I can make it last a little bit longer this time.

P.S. I want the “Defy Gravity” baseball t-shirt from the Ozdust Boutique.

(Originally posted at Anywhere Is...)

HAHA!

One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, “Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?”
The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. “I can’t dear,” she said. “I have to sleep in Daddy’s room.”
A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: “The big sissy.”

A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, “Two plus five, that son of a b #@# h is seven. Three plus six, that son of a b #@# h is nine….”
His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, “What are you doing?”
The little boy answered, “I’m doing my math homework, Mom.”
“And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?” the mother asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, “What are you teaching my son in math?”
The teacher replied, “Right now, we are learning addition.”
The mother asked, “And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a b @#$ h is four?”
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, “What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four.”

One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, “…. and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, “The sky is falling, the sky is falling!” The teacher paused then asked the class, “And what do you think that farmer said?”
One little girl raised her hand and said, “I think he said: ‘Holy S!# t! A talking chicken!’” The teacher was unable to teach for the next ten minutes.

(Originally posted at Anywhere Is...)