3 hours 45 mins and counting

OMG...could this day be any slower? I've been sitting here for the past hour thinking, don't post again, don't post again...Reagan! Do. not. post. again. But I can't help it. I'm lonely.

I have to thank Ashley for reminding me of a former mantra of mine...and now the title of a book..."He just not that into you." Thanks Oprah bringing this statement back into my life. The phrase has been officially reinstated into my vocabulary and will hopefully bring me peace of mind as it has done in the past.
I'm counting the hours until the first official Ashley and Katie present: Happy Hour begins...so far it's better than our book club (which we started two months ago and have yet to plan a meeting...b/c we haven't read the book). It seems as if a hodge podge of people will be in attendence, granted that they're not like me and say "sure, I'll be there" and then go home to watch tv and ignore any phone calls.

I've always been against personalize license plates (especially ones tauting "Daddy's Grl"), but this is acceptable. Because it's funny. Well, it's actually not that funny, but the fact that someone wrote a letter in protest, that's the funny part.

It's the "Where are they now?" edition of Mickey Mouse Club. Damon, the mousketeer who really made my 10 yr old heart palpitate, is now an actor in California, and I'm pretty sure I can assume that means LA. My chances are so much better than when I was a pre-teen lusting after him in Longview, TX. Although I doubt they've improved by much.
R.