First of all, a little shout out to my friends at the pet clinic. Your faithful blog support moves me to bigger and better blogs.
Second of all, if I did write a book about the misfortunes of my dating history - it would make you laugh, it would make you cry, make you roll your eyes but mostly - it would make you throw up in your mouth a little.
One of the chapters would be entitled, "Long Distance Magnet." Whenever I meet somebody here in my hometown, they are inevitably just passing through - never local. It leads me to believe one of two things: 1. There is something in the water here - manners and work ethic are killed off early (at least in the 24-35 age bracket). 2. I have a sign on my forehead that says, "If you're leaving in two days, let's go ahead and establish a relationship."
Because of the sheer volume of out-of-towners I've met, it's more funny than sad to me. I'd really appreciate it, though, if you guys out there (Hi Mom!) would feel sorry for me.
Also, a little snap shot from "Adventures in Nannying."
Hot stuff doesn't begin to cover it.
P.S. The next post will be post # 100!
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