LMN has really pulled out all the stops this weekend. They have played some of my favorite movies and right now I'm in love with their network. Do you hear me, Lifetime? I'm in love with you. More than ever. I will be your spokeswoman. Do you hear me, Lifetime? I will do it and I would be perfect for that job.
All of these great movies have really come in handy with all of my couch lounging that has been going on at my house the past two days. I got in from Florida Thursday evening and since then I've been doing as little as possible. It's been raining here so I've taken advantage and have watched as much TV as I can.
Tonight I went to dinner with a friend. I've missed my friends. Then I went to the mall. I only had about 30 minutes before closing time to get my shop on. And I did it. I bought a top, two rings, and a black floppy hat. Did I need any of it? Yes. Always. Did it make me so happy? Yes. Always. What's that? You want to know how much the hat was? A mere $5.00. I'll go ahead and answer your next question. Yes. It made me holler. In fact I only spent a grand total of $18 on my entire purchase because I had a $10 store credit. I done good. I done real good.
I need to go to rehab. Shoppers rehab. I'm serious. I wouldn't mind being on a reality show for that.
After the mall I decided I needed to go to Barnes&Noble. It's where I like to go sometimes at night to
scope out men look for quality literature. Seriously though. Bookstores are great places for single ladies to see cute men. Now notice that I didn't say meet cute men and get asked out on dates. I'm still waiting on that piece of the puzzle to happen to me. But for now, I see them. Every time that I go alone I see cute men that are also there alone. Alone+alone=we should be together. Many of the men that I see there are cute because, well, they are physically attractive, but they are even more attractive because they're in a bookstore. That means they know how to read. They might even like to read. It's an attractive quality. Tonight I saw two cute men while I was there. I haven't seen two cute men in one place in like six months. Bookstores are where it's at.
One young lad really caught the attention of my eyeballs. If I had a type, which I kinda do, he was pretty close to being it. He was tall, tan, slender. He was a very snappy dresser. He had nice hair that was a little longish. Not longish as in ponytail longish. Just shaggy. I like messy shaggy hair. Delicious. Our paths first crossed in the Fiction section. In the 2nd row, to be exact. He would move to the next aisle, and then I would follow. Then I would move to the next and he would soon follow. We repeated that for a good six rows or so. In the last row we lingered. Standing and pretending to look extra hard for that special book. Or at least that's what I was doing. Because I had watched Serendipity earlier that day on LMN, I decided to do a little test of fate because it sounded like a fun thing to do. I went to a different row of books. I told myself that if he followed me, it was fate. And we would be together like Sara and Jonathan in Serendipity. Hey, my name is Sarah. Did you all just get cold chills? Maybe his name was Jonathan...
Well, I thought it was meant to be because he followed fate and destiny into my aisle. I thought about saying something to him but everything that ran through my brain was stupid. Naturally. Sadly the lad ran away. Maybe he could hear my thoughts and got scared. I don't blame him.
I'm a really bad judge in age. I would be fired if I ever got the job of being the age and weight guesser at a carnival. After I thought about this boy I realized he was probably 22. That's kinda young for me. Then I got scared and wondered if he was extra young. Like 17. He could have been.
My favorite section of a bookstore is the Humor section, by the way. This is where I am hoping my book will be someday. It will be placed there because all of the publishing companies will laugh at my attempt to get published, therefore, Humor section it is. And maybe my book will truly belong there because it would actually be a little bit funny. I hope.
Check out this beauty of a book that I stumbled upon:
This book was awesome. The pictures were definitely creepy. I wanted to take pictures of every doll in this book so that I could share them with you. I need this book.
So after my busted attempt of meeting a man at B&N, I drove to Starbucks. Yes, they have one inside the B&N, but I don't like it as much. Plus they don't take my Starbucks gift cards. Gift cards win. A fatty calorie-filled drink was sounding pretty good. I've had three Starbucks Coconut Mocha Frappuccinos since Wednesday night. They're pretty dang good. I do think the baristas in Florida did a better job of making them though.
Speaking of Starbucks baristas, why are they so dang chipper? I mean, I appreciate it. I just want to know their secret. I guess it's all that caffeine they're jacked up on. When I rolled through the drive-thru tonight, the guy working was super happy. He asked me what I was up to this evening. Uh-oh. He just opened up the flood gates and invited me to spill out my word vomit all over him. Men should know better than to ask me such a broad question. He asked, so I started in. I told him that I went to dinner with a friend and then did a little shopping. He said, "Well that's good that you did some shopping." I said, "Heck yes it was good!" And then I proceeded to tell him that I was a shopping addict. And he listened because there was no one in line behind me. Starbucks is good therapy.
And speaking of Starbucks, and because this will probably be a good way to end this post, does coffee make your pee stanky? Stanky as in making it smell straight up like the coffee you just drank? My friend and I like to laugh about it. We both have smelly pee post drinking coffee. We like to say that we just "brewed a fresh pot of coffee" in the bathroom. Ah. I love my friends.
