I Think I did it Right this Time

I'm not so good with this whole love thing. I mean I, of course, think I'm perfect and do everything right, yet to my partner that's not always the case. Not to mention the fact that I forget boys/men (depending on your anger level) speak a whole 'nother language and there's no ESP, much less an implied factor; unless it's sex. It's different this time; much much different. So different I can't always put it into words, yet I feel it. OH GOD! So barfy. Needless to say, it was certified recently. Not by myself, not by Snuggleface, but by outsiders. They see it and they know it's real, but they can't say how it is, or why it is; they just know it is.

Just a little secret...I've known it since I first laid eyes on SF. If only I wasn't so damn stubborn, or trapped in my old ways things would have started off on a smoother foot.

Reasons I Hate Mondays

1. Coming to terms with the Bears losing their first game (doesn't matter the season only began!)
2. My coffee failed today (and no that doesn't mean I spilled on myself)
3. It's meeting after meeting, and we always talk about the same thing week after week
4. Partly cloudy should mean no work
5. Eating a cold sandwich in front of my computer isn't as much fun as eating it in front of the tele
6. I need to take a trip to the gym
7. The trash cans don't take themselves in
8. Not accomplishing enough today means early to bed, early to rise

Just One of Them Days

Monica put that ever so eloquently. And since I:
A. Don't feel like working today
B. Just realized it's been 5 months since I've done this (even though I said I'd do better this time)
C. Have my wonderwear (yes there's wonder in my wear) on inside out

I felt the title was ever so fitting. On a side note, I'm almost positive that I have another post about rocking my chonies the wrong way. Not my strong suit, but I excel in other areas; promise.