The Waiting Game

The Man from France

George has arrived. Before he got here, he was texting me goofy messages, execting me to come and pick him up, but nope, thie year I got to stay home. He looks the same, acts the same and is happy to be back in the states. One thing strikes me as odd........how in the world does the man not know that I HATE pink? I don't get it. It's not a secret, I am always vocal about it, but yet, I now am the not so proud owner of a pink hate. Go me.

I am looking into a new cell phone for xmas. Only problem is that I can not decide which one to get. I thought I had, but after talking to a few people, I am more confused than ever. Decisions always make me a little crazy. Guess I'll have to really look into them, figure out what is a necessity, and choose the best phone possible. Too bad their aren't more purple numbers out there. But then again, I can always purchase a skin to cover whatever color the phone actually is anyway. I did it with the one I have now, my ipod, etc. It's a never ending purple invasion.

I'm out of the 12 days contest, forgot to posst my entry Saturday. Didn't figure that out until posting yesterday's entry. Kinda sucks. I was looking for a nice challenge. Guess I'll have to throw myself into the Kick Sci's Butt Challenge. Yeah, that I can do.

Wednesday is almost here, woo hoo. Andi is dragging me to Tmobile so we can check out phones before we head off to lunch. She is not going to let me get away with slacking off about anything in my life. That is probably a good thing. Maybe I should tell her of a deadline I gave myself for DD that will not be met. Bet she could get my ass in gear and that story would finally have an ending.