"Um. No," I thought. "Is it inappropriate to wish people a Happy Jew Year?" I asked.
"Not if they aren't accustomed to your uh.. special sense of humor, as I painfully am," he responded.
Special sense of humor? What on earth does that mean?
Doesn't everyone think I am wickedly funny?
I usuallly find my life funny. Even now, amidst the drama, the unemployment angst, the relationship crumbled around my feet, things make me laugh. Almost every day.
Like the guy who initiated a brief message exchange while I was
And I wrote back, "Thank you very much. I credit botox and plastic surgery. ;-) [oh, and good lighting and camera angles]."
And that was the end of that little exchange.
To be honest, I probably wouldn't have written that if he didn't have "I'm looking for a white guy who is in shape, under 35, and drug and disease free" written in big letters on his profile. Because, honey, 5s and 8s look nothing alike. And, if you're gonna be all ageist and "I don't bother with guys over a certain age," don't hit up people over that age. Srsly. You aren't that cute. And, I'm not that desperate ... (yet). *sheesh*
But, enough about that! Good Morning, Kittens!
Pottery class was good last night. I made a rather large casserole (no lid) and a mug. I seem to be in some sort of mug-rut.
I need to churn out a few applications today. And, then, I'll be heading to the grocery store and the Office Depot. Fun times.
More later. *smooches*