Return to normalcy
I should have done a live blog while watching TV the one night I actually sat on the couch and watched the ridiculously stupid Bachelorette. I kind of thought the masked man was on the attractive side. All the other guys called him old, and Ashley said he looked older than she thought he would be. For crying out loud, the guy was 35.
Maybe it's because I'm "old" that I thought what I did. Compared to the maturity level of most of those involved, I guess 34 is old.
OH, oh, oh! Good news to report, but it sounds stupid to announce. I went to the dentist this week, and thank goodness Ashley from the Bachelorette wasn't the dentist. Actually, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say that I didn't have a cavity so therefore would not have another awkward Novocaine moment. Remember the last time that happened, the single-woman-stalker from church called while I was doped up.
Actually, maybe that's bad news since I couldn't blame being out of it when I didn't want to talk to him. In reality, it makes no difference because he is not going to call me back.
Now, for the random question of the day. Does anyone want me to come visit them the last week of July? This vacation, I want to get away somewhere.