In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

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Exactly two weeks until Florida trip one.

How do I get a flat stomach in two weeks? In my nearly twenty-two years of life, this has never been a problem.

Waaaaah, I have a turtle!

Josh found a red-eared slider in a bucket at work and brought it home to me.  PJ is currently living in Petey Green’s old home, but he needs all kinds of new, expensive stuff to help keep him alive and healthy.  This is going to be an expensive process. :(

Three weeks from now, I’ll be sitting on the beach.

With my amazing boyfriend, no less.  I can’t wait.  A whole week off, and a whole week to spend with one of my favorite people in my favorite place.  Can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait.



AND I also seem to have acquired Sundays off.
Very okay with this.

Teeth teeth teeth

Josh’s grandmother told me today that my teeth are just so white and spent like five minutes talking about it. Two comments in the past few days about my teeth. It has been a good week. I’m glad I’m about to ice the cake with pool time with my two absolute favorite people. Raaaaaah.

Life at Hoof.

“You have the prettiest face and teeth.” - Customer.
(The teeth comment absolutely made my day.  And it will, every single time I hear it.  I also overheard them talking about how I was a good waitress when they were leaving.  Win?)

“Thank you for your great service.” - Customers who got really mad about their experience during the NFL playoffs.  They apparently hate half of our staff.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice body?” - One of the seventeen year old cooks.  Out of no where. I just wanted to use the microwave.  So funny.

Plus a handful of other comments about and thank yous for my “good service.” Waaaaah.  Sometimes, I love my job.

Today:

Work 10:30-3:30ish.
Gym with Cass; A little over seven miles on the bike, then two miles on the elliptical (in 16:40 which equals an 8:20 mile) and then a bit more during cool down.
Driving to OB to get Cassidy’s wallet.
Dinner, somewhere.  Anywhere.
Karaoke with Cassidy, Carolyn, and probably some of the guys.
And, as always, boyfriend snuggles once it’s all over.

I love my life.

I can’t even text without writing long, nice sentences that use proper grammar and spelling.

And then my friends reply back like, “k c u then!!”

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