I Love Suprises, or Valentine Socks

i read in a book once or twice that it takes the average person 7 minutes to fall asleep. this is not true for myself, nor was it true for the kid in the book. i am beginning to believe that this is not true in general, with the exception of times when one is extremely sleepy.

this also is not the point.

the point in that i love surprises.... i mean, i absolutely adore them. my sister is especially good at surprising me, and tonight, she certainly did not let me down. whilst laying (or lying?) in my bed (for much longer than 7 minutes, i assure you), i slid my hand under my pillow in an effort to regain comfort. what did i find under my pillow? my sister's dirty socks with valentine hearts on them, or in other words, a surprise.

so maybe i don't love all surprises.

either way, bobby is still the best at surprising me.

George McFly

This is who I feel like when I wear my glasses.

A little love from the Cafe.

The following are all little truths from my magical place of employment.

1. Whilst seating a table of ladies last week, I chanted off my usual spiel about "enjoy your meal," etc. etc... Rather than
simply thanking me, like many guests, or just plain
ignoring me, like many more, one lady looked me
in the eyes and, as honestly as possible, said,
"You look like a thousand feet tall."
And it was probably true.

2. It's no secret the entire kitchen and cleaning staff at the cafe are from the land of Español, aka Mexico. About half of these fellow employees speak English. While this seems as though it may get
old after while, I actually find it quite delightful. Although
they cannot speak English, and we all know that semester of
Spanish taught me nothing I couldn't pick up from watching
Dora and Diego, we manage to communicate. My favorite
thing is that many of them have learned my name
and,rather than just saying hello or hola,
they like to sneak up next to me,
look in my eyes, and say
"Leeeeenseee!"
It really is precious.

3. Yesterday a girl came into the cafe and, hoping for a job, and handed me her resumé. This is a little strange, seeing as most hopeful applicants simply fill out our outlined application,
but it was not a completely ridiculous gesture. In fact,
there was only one minor detail which
would inevitably lead to
my mocking her.
She included a glamorous head-shot.

Oops.

Looks like someone has been neglecting her blog. Why does it look like this? Because today I received this:

dear tonto-
update your blog.
Thanks,
your adoring fans

Because of this little bit of demanding encouragement, I will be writing several little notes for ya'll today. Please Enjoy.

ACDC

You learn something new every day... and today is no exception. For example, my dear mother just informed that the term "ACDC" is also used in reference to those who "swing both ways." In the immortal words of Joan Jett, "AC...DC... She's got some other lover as well as me. AC...DC... She's got, some other fellow as well as me."

Thanks Mom!

Problem Solved.

Over the course of the past few weeks, a mystery has plagued my home. While normally we have more than enough drinking glasses to go around, lately we have all come up just a little short when reaching for a cup. What has caused these strange disappearances? Perhaps the dishwasher eats them, or drifters passing through take them for their collections... but alas. Today I discovered the true source....in my bedroom. Yes; there were four half-empty water glasses strategically placed throughout my room.

Perfection.

The Baby Sitter's
Mustache Club.
It's a good club
to be in.













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