1) We didn't get to see the apartment today. The guy I was working with is a real estate agent and he didn't hear back from the landlord about our dog in time. I'm equal parts annoyed and relieved. He wanted someone in there March 1 at the latest.
2) I just sent a FB message to my former best friend. We went to HS together and I haven't talked to her in 6 years. I'm not really sure what happened, but she stopped returning my calls at some point. She did the same thing to most of her friends around that time, so I didn't take it too personally, but I was still hurt by it. She was always odd like that but never just cut me off, so it sucked. Anyway. She keeps popping up on FB and I found some old mix CD I made for her before she went to Africa on study abroad and I got sad. Lame. So I just sent her a message and I'm super nervous that I'll A) get a response, or
NOT get a response. But I'm glad I sent it.

Re: Two things.
"Once I got a bath bomb that, once exploded, filled the tub with confetti. Little sharp metallic pieces of confetti. The product description said nothing about confetti. Oh look, there's a tiny, sharp metallic blue star stabbing me in the labia. HOW RELAXING. " - NoisyPenguin
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Aww Bethie that's so cute. I didn't know that how you to love birds ended up together.
My sisters best friend is on facebook and never post but instead reads all my status updates and then calls my sister to tell her what I'm up to. It's so flippin weird. Hello, I'm not 15 on the back of a motor cycle with some older guy. I'm debating unfriending her. WWCND?
Aw, Bethie, I hope she responds and fences are mended.
Dawg-- Unfriend or at least block her.
Did he email you before or after he got yellow fever?
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
After! I guess when faced with death he remembered what was important in his life. Or something.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Tim chose life! Then he chose life with you. Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Maybe I don't have a heightened sense of smell, but I've never smelled any vagina on my pants. -- TSD
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