I Just Don't Get It

I. Am. A. Moron.

Yes. Yes I am.

Did everyone have a nice Valentine's Day? I did. Instead of whining about what didn't happen, I need to focus on what was wonderful. The Cute Boy reserved a table at the restaurant where we had our first date. He was looking at me all googly-eyed and stuff. (this is where I should be ashamed of myself for being disappointed...bad HRG! Bad HRG!) He gave me a really nice card, a little bear and a box from Ben Moss. A big box. The earrings inside are really very pretty and "bling". I like them. It wasn't the bling I'd hoped for, but they're shiny things. I like shiny things. It made swallowing the disappointment easier. Oh wait, that was the white chocolate cheesecake. Nevermind.

It's in my nature to withdraw when there's too much stuff going on inside my heart. So last nite I put it out there and told The Cute Boy exactly how I felt. It felt good to say it. The truth is, most of the time I'm alright with the knowing the doesn't want to marry me. Life without him would be unthinkable...unbearable......if it has to be on his terms (in a manner of speaking), then most of the time I'm ok with it. But babies, there are times when it's all I can think about. It drives me crazy. I guess it's because there are so many impending marriages on the horizon that sometimes it's feels like someone's written "look HRG, everyone is getting married except YOU" in letters a bajillion feet high. That makes me scratch my head, wondering why the last thing I said I ever wanted to do is the one thing I now want most of all? Why can't I be happy with what I have?

These and other questions answered on the next episode of "Ok, enough with the whining already!"

HRG

It's Official

HRG is indeed the only person who did not know that Scooby Do was a Great Dane. I always thought he was just, well, you know, a "dawg". Apparently not. Sorry Ruby.

I did know that Snoopy was a Beagle though. That should count for something. Shouldn't it?

HRG

Did You Know.....

.....that Scooby Doo was a Great Dane?

Neither did HRG.

Three little kids on Jeopardy did.

Sigh.

HRG

On A More Positive Note

Happy Birthday to the ever mysterious and therefore appropriately named Mystery Mama. I hope your day is even half as fabulous as you are!!!!!

HRG

Toothaches and Sexy Squirrels

This has certainly been a week of testing HRG's pain threshold. Apparently it's quite high. Physically and emotionally.

Suffered through the last three days of the week and now the offending wisdom tooth is gone gone gone. So is the pain.

The Cute Boy came home, we had a magical reunion.

He hasn't touched me since. Even tonite when he was "tired" (again--I get the message. Losing a wisdom tooth didn't make me stupid), he still managed to find something "interesting" on tv and had the energy to stay up until 1:30 a.m.

Know what babies? I wish the toothache would come back. It didn't hurt as much as knowing HRG has the sex appeal of a squirrel.

Pass the peanuts willya?

HRG