Where is my Al Bundy?

I'm not sure when or how it happened. I spend a lot of time thinking about love and marriage.. and somewhere along the way I've started thinking about babies. 99% of the time I hate children. I don't know if it was seeing Lindsay during and after the pregnancy and seeing little Maddie or my sister being pregnant, or just some fluke that messed with my head while I was watching Weekend at Bernie's on my tiny little laptop.. but now I cannot get the idea of a baby out of my head.

FYI: if I ever trick some poor sucker into marrying me and we have a baby- I hope it is a girl and I hope everyone can appreciate my love for Gone With the Wind because that baby's name will be Scarlett and she will be brought home in the tiniest green velvet dress the world has ever seen.

Moving along. Last night I don't know what happened. I ended up going two stops past my T stop because I was too busy dodging eye contact with the most adorable looking long-haired guy that was sitting across from me. The amount of guys I see on the way home with long hair fascinates me. You could throw long hair on an ugly dude and I would probably still be feeling it I think. Something is wrong with me. It took me forever to get home after that because the MBTA 57 bus drivers suck at life. This is the third time I've had a bus just go right past me even though I'm 100 % visible at the bus stop.

In knitting news, I finished a pretty gold scarf. It's my favorite one I've made.. I wish I would've had enough yarn left over to make a hat. I made a few mistakes that I caught too late but oh well. I like it even though I don't wear gold. Maybe I should send it to Kenny in Baltimore? y/n if you want it. I can send you a little package so you know that I'm still your girl, Suz.

Also, check my hand:


The swelling has pretty much gone down 75% but its horribly bruised and sore. This just one of the many reasons working retail makes me hate life. I hope I get the Office Manager position I interviewed for this week.