Mr. T

Not a whole lot to discuss today-- another day at work, another day closer to when new episodes of Glee finally air. I am attending a bridal shower tomorrow, and I am pretty excited about it. I haven't seen the bride in probably a decade, and she used to be like a sister to me. I cannot wait to hear about her fiance and her life as an adult. Also, a project for after the shower has been presented-- my friend John, who I know I've mentioned on here before (he writes a blog called The Gospel According to John that is brilliant...and if I were able to compile all of his Facebook status updates into a book, it would be more entertaining that most of what occupies my bookshelves) is going through a tough time, so I am going to send him a care package. Young Lady Kristin refers to these as "lucky dips", I believe. She sent me a BAD-ASS lucky dip right before my surgery-- holy shit, it was just ridiculous. One of the best features was an electronic keychain that plays Mr. T-isms at the push of a button. It now hangs from the neck of a lotion bottle on my nightstand, so whenever I need a little inspiration, I can hear "Don't gimme no back-talk, sucka!", and everything gets better.

Ok-- good night!