*twiddling thumbs*

I'm trying to brainstorm something at the moment, and coming up blank. Dang it.

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My sister got her first anniversary present last night from her husband. He's a very unexcitable person. Laid back. Cool, calm and collected. Usually his idea of a gift is just a little something (which is good for my sister, because when she gets extravagent gifts - or got them - from guys, that makes her expect them in the future).

Well, a *month* ago he went to my mom's store during the day to tell her what he was getting K. for their anniversary. A month in advance.

We won't mention the part where my evil mother didn't *inform* me of anything about the matter. Evil mother. I hate being kept out of the loop.

So last night my sister calls me. They went to the beach for the weekend, so he couldn't give her the present until they got back. This made her pay attention, because if they have to be home once he's given her the present...

Then he told her he had to go out last night to get it and wanted to know exactly when she'd be home. They decided that she would go to the gym from 8 to 9 and then call him on his cell to make sure it was okay to come home. She got antsy and tried calling him around 8:15, but he didn't have service.

According to her, there's only one place he goes regularly that doesn't have cell service, and that's his best friend's aunt's house.

Which means, when my sister was bouncing around my apartment last night (because she didn't want to exercise then), she was going through this whole thing of deducing what she was getting.

Let's ignore the part where, before she told me any of the evidence, I actually *guessed* what she was going to say was the present, and what actually turned out to be the present.

A 6-week-old, female, white boxer puppy.

That peed on the floor as a sign of love last night. *snerk*

Livin' on a prayer

It's lunch time, so I'm just gonna wander on down the street and look at Jon Bon Jovi.

Really, it's not that random of a statement.

Jon and David Faustino (yes, Bud from Married With Children) are filming a movie in the area, and today they're just around the corner. So I'll see what I can see. Cause...dude. Jon Bon Jovi.

Newsworthy

Regarding the big news story of two gas trucks being missing:

I know the FBI is concerned. But they're looking in the wrong place.

They need to be looking for an SUV owner. *snerk*

*cough* *giggle*

Special job-seeking notes of the day (because today has proven that some things *aren't* obvious):

- No matter how "progressive" the work environment, it is still a good idea to remove all piercings to the face (and sometimes ears for men) when interviewing for a job. And cover your tattoos.

- When going for a job interview, refrain from bouncing off of inanimate objects and generally causing any emotions in the secretary that would cause her to question turning her back on you at any time.

- Do not continually refer to the person interviewing you as "dude" unless you are interviewing to be a surfboard salesperson on Maui.

Two sides of the coin

It's nice to know I'm not the only sick person who every once in a while indulges in writing NASCAR slash.

But the flip side is that all I've seen so far is Jimmie/Jeffy. *cringes* Nothing against anyone who writes it, because it is the most obvious, but my Jeff issues are just...overwhelming.