If only I had something interesting to write
Tuesday afternoon. I was chatting with someone charming today and shared that, in all seriousness, I cannot imagine writing up a "100 things about me" list because there just aren't 100 things about me that would be interesting. Also, I'm not nearly clever enough and it would end up being a laundry list of boring facts about me (like the fact that I worked at Disneyland in high school and early college) that no one needs or wants to know. For instance, I have two cats, Dave and Abby. (I always give my cats human names because, well, I don't know why I do it, I just do.) Blah, blah, blah. Yawn, yawn, yawn. Is it Wednesday night yet? Wednesday is the new Friday, you know!