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I waited on this guy last night and he kept making eye contact with me. And it freaked me out because.. I looked yea verily like a big heap of crap and I smelled like garlic from an "accident" at work. And it occurs to me that maybe he kept making eye contact because I kept LOOKING AT HIM but all I could think was that I MUST have looked like there was something wrong with me - because otherwise, WHY WOULD HE KEEP LOOKING? Never stopping for a moment to think that! Maybe he thought my helmet head hair was shiny and pretty or my eyes were gorgeous or he liked my boobies or my butt or just plain thought I was pretty. Never for a minute! did I think any of those things. But he was eye contact-ing me enough that every time I went out there, I WAS BLUSHING. Which probably made him wonder what was wrong with me! Rosacea? She is so hot her cheeks are red because she's busy? (And I was probably blotchy too, let's admit it.)

PLEASE COME BACK TONIGHT, GUY, I PROMISE I WILL *FEEL* PRETTIER AND NOT FEEL LIKE A BLUBBERING IDIOT AND MAYBE YOU WON'T WONDER IF I'M NORMAL OR NOT!

I told Ryan this morning that I felt lucky to have him in my life. (This is after we overslept, argued over clothing, missed the bus and had to finish a book for his book log before going to school,) and he said, "I know." So I asked how he knew? "Because all parents feel that way about their kids!" (If only they did.) I am lucky. :)

Additionally, he told my mom last night that he was going to put this on her "tombstone":
~"My mamaw, I love you. This is a sad place without you."~ (not sure if he was thinking about death because of Jake or what, sweet thought still, though.)