I really needed this weekend. If someone didn't come to visit me I think I might be climbing a bell tower (assuming I could find one).
Teacher's college is rewarding, but it's a lot more work than I ever anticipated. I've never had a job before that required prep every night. EVERY night (insert emo sigh a la Dave Alexander).
If nothing else, one sentence uttered this weekend made all the work and stress worthwhile. I took Regan to the Masonville Mall to buy some CDs and get my anklet fixed. I think this was the first time we'd been in jewelry store together (scary)! While looking at some of the necklaces and such I commented that I didn't really like fancy fru-fru stuff, and that I much preferred my gawdy, chunky cheap-o accessories.
His response?
"See Sherry, that's why I love you... you let me touch your lady lumps and I don't have to buy you any ice".
I can't make this shit up.
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haha, that's awesome, I'm sitting in my living room and I think my new roomate thinks I'm crazy for laughing so loud.
also thanks for putting borrelli in his place, he's been a little out of control lately!
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