Thursday, April 21, 2005

I have nothing to say. Seems that I have tapped out all intelligent thoughts since the announcement that I have a beau. Heh. I lay the blame on my twitterpation. Little hearts and tweety birds are floating around my addled head as I type this. Really.

Thanks to all the well wishers. We both have enjoyed reading your comments. I’ve been told that his mother and sister had a two hour phone conversation about us. (Hi, yes, you’ve been mentioned on the blog!) I cannot even begin to imagine what, about us, could have filled a two hour phone conversation since they haven’t met me in real life. However, they both have read enough of my narcissistic ramblings here to have a pretty good feel for me, I suppose. I’m gratified that they seem to approve despite the blog.

I’ll be heading to the Cooties’ house on Saturday for the combination of CootieGirl‘s 2nd birthday-CootieBoy‘s baby dedication at church-Denis’ birthday that all fortuitously falls on the same weekend. My parents are on vacation in central PA at the moment. I will fly up, they will pick me up at the airport, and then I’ll hitch a ride home with them on Monday. So I’m gearing up for some razzing from Denis, who can be counted on to ask the questions to which everyone else wants the answers. He got a good start in the comments the other day. So let me get in an advance with the non-answers:

1. It’s nunya bidness.

2. We’re taking things one day at a time.

3. See #1.

And so on.

Be assured, you’ll know something when we know something because I have a big mouth and can’t keep too many secrets, especially the good ones. ‘Kay?