Took the girls to daycare where they were invited to a sleepover tonight! Yay! House to myself, well myself and Ruthie anyway :)
The only thing that bummed me out was that I never got called last night from Mr. I... But that was fine, since I got a few extra hours of sleep. Then, this AM, he walks right into my office! And takes a gift from his pocket, wrapped no less and hands it to me. Surprised me because he never comes over here, to keep ppl from seeing he and I together. So I open the gift, a talking picture frame that my kids can record something on and a cd he made me.
So, what do I do? Come on! You know that you know! I invite him over! Why? Because something is severely wrong with me. I am lacking in several departments, such as "will power" and "self control" and... oh yeah, intelligence. I asked him if he wanted to come over and play Risk! Risk! I don't even know how to *play* Risk! He said he didn't know, which I can only hope for both of our sakes means no.
I need professional help!
~Kate
Labels: Being a Chic, Being Retarded, I'm a loser, Mr. I, My pathetic excuse for a love life, self loathing
