well.  well, well, well.

adding to the generalization that all women are obsessed with marriage and getting married and everything related to marriage and getting married, marshalls has started selling underwear with pictures of a bride and goom on them and underwear with a picture of a wedding cake on them.  and it's not even like underwear that says "wear it on your wedding night" or something else indicating that it's underwear only worn on certain occasions. crazy.

by the way, i love men.  not in the sense that like i am in love with them, i just like it better when they come to the fitting rooms than when women come to try on clothes.  when men try on clothes, they try on a make of four items and chances are that, 90% of the time, they will take all four items and buy them.  when women try on clothes, they try on like 18 items and 98% of the time buy only two of them so i have to put the rest away.  and men are a lot better about putting their clothes on the hangar.

yes!  next week i only work monday and tuesday, from 5-10 each night and then i have the rest of the week off.  and i have nothing really planned.  hint, hint.

i forgot the book for english.  what a goof.

if you want to go to tucson, contact me.  telepathically, that is.