Um. Hi.

So.

Nauseous.

Nervous nauseous.

Last five minutes kind of nervous nauseous.

At lunch I'll be calling a guy from Match.com to settle on a location to meet to talk tonight.

And yes, because we are meeting tonight I will make sure it's a public place, yadda yadda.

(After all, he emailed me his home phone and cell phone. I immediately Googled the home phone to make sure he lived where he said he lived. Yep. Matches up. And I also have his last name now. Ha!)

So um. Yeah. Nauseous.

Welp.

Date Saturday night.

*g*

ETA: And my family being what they are, I get three emails (dad, sister, mom - that order).

And all statements that aren't asking for details are them joking.

Dad: I'll call your grandmother and tell her about it! And give her your work phone number! Now...details!

Sister: Where are you going? I promise to do one question at a time.

Mom: So will the wedding invitations be white or pastel? Who?

Notice the joking trend with my parents. My sister goes pratical, on the other hand. LOL

These tears...

What's with the sports stories making me cry today?

Dying woman may get to see 12-year-old daughter play in LPGA tournament.

Boy learns to talk again thanks to love of NASCAR

Show me Harvick crying after the Busch race at this point in time, and I'm sure to bawl. Or Charismatic's jockey tumbling from the horse to save him in the Belmont.

Hee.

Screw the sad stuff. We've got the fun!

Kid writes Elliott Sadler fanfic for a school assignment. Naturally, Ellyut's the only human and he hangs with M&Ms. And the Sadler Fan Club puts it on their site!