Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I'm sitting at the bar, feeling a little lonely. Josh is sick and everyone else is caught-up in conversations started before I arrived.
Then, just as I'm starting to feel unwanted, the universe puts me in check.
A lady starts singing "Poor, poor, pitiful me."
Ok universe, I get it. Stop feeling sorry for myself and have fun.
I got the message loud and clear.