Cap This!!!

What is the best way to cap off a horrible week? Go see a romantic comedy, or just anything that won't take a lot of thinking and is light and fun.

This one even was in my favor. Flat-chested redhead lead named Kat (twin powers activate! - which leads to side note...sullivanlane, next American Idol we need to wear our twin shirts and try out together so they think we're crazy *g*).

Ahem. Anyway, I *thought* I was getting what I needed after this week.

( Instead I got more of this week, slapping me in the face and laughing...really, I suggest, if you have no plans to see <i>The Wedding Date</i> that you read this. )

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( Why I Need To Read The Book Now )

All in all, take anything I say with this knowledge...things that often seem funny and lighthearted to others strike me as sad. The Nutty Professer with Eddie Murphy? Sad. I actually stopped halfway through because it was a sad tale about a nice man unhappy with his weight who felt he had to be someone he wasn't to get a girl. It wasn't funny. Mrs. Doubtfire? A pitiful movie about a man who screwed up his life, but loved his kids so much that he'd dress as a woman to see them. Sad!

Traumatized

This is me, traumatized.

Bad week? Is getting worse. Much worse. Like, the only thing left is for someone close to me to die or have a horrible crime committed against them.

Day started out well, what with sleeping late and the fact that I've lost a couple of pounds.

So I'm sitting here at mom's store, doing some writing with lots of customers milling about, and one of the customers needs help. He only needs a couple of things. No biggie. A sign language alphabet poster, some pink construction paper.

And then he leans over the counter to whisper in my ear how sexy I am.

*shudder*

He's around my dad's age, not Richard Dean Anderson or Patrick Stewart or with their money, and he's hitting on me. He's not RDA or PS hot either. Just...ewwwww!!!

(Just as a note, being my parents' age is the squicky part, not being 50. Anyone right around my parents' age just fall into that category of the "ew". Unless it's RDA. PS is older than that.)

Oh, and then? He comes back. Forgot to get his discount card punched for his wife.

EWWWWWW!!!!!!

By the way, cheating is not sexy. Or even men who so obviously flirt with other women or men or whatever. That's just WRONG.

Thank god the store was full of people. Lots of middle aged southern mamas who would have whacked him over the head and given solidarity.

Then it happens...another man flirts with me. Who is way too old to be flirting with me. And again, not harmless flirting.

Tonight, I am going to my parents' house to fix their website, then I'm going to Wal-Mart to get two CDs (Seal and Julie Roberts), and then I am going home and locking myself inside. And I'm not coming out until tomorrow.

ETA: Reminder to self...go home and change shirts before going to parents' house. The subsequent trip to Wal-Mart should be made as innocuous as possible, and since there's something apparently really hot about me currently (maybe if I flash some unshaved leg...except it's shaved damn it - damn my timing), and I don't want to tempt the rednecks.