Mimosas

Dear Bloggary,

I'M SO TIRED. I must be getting old. This past weekend, I went home on Friday, met coworkers after work, went to see Spiderman, came home to find my drunk friends already at my house, one of whom was passed out on my couch, woke up and made mimosas. Is that how you spell it? Anyway, we had those champagne-OJ drinks. I made breakfast for them and they tricked me into going to get a pedicure. NO, I wasn't the only guy. I also wasn't impressed with this whole pedicure thing. Some small woman approaching my toesies with sharp instruments. The massage chair ALMOST made me forget my fear of losing a pinky toe to one of those sharp instruments. I watched basketball with a very attractive coworker and her son. My mother decided to join us in the living room and would not leave my side until my friend was gone. I'm definitely paying for something bad I did in a past life until my mom moves out. Then I watched the fight at a coworkers house Sat night. Had a drink with the ex later and went home. Slept in on Sunday, had dinner at my realtors house with a bunch of her friends. That was cool. I LOVE my realtor. She is a Jehovah's Witness so I doubt we could ever work.

story to come re: my conversation with dts today . . . .

jmf