If I wanted to sit here and muse, or if you want a paticularly long post, I could wax eloquent about Jared for awhile, but somehow I don't think that is what you were looking for.

I will suffice it to say, we had a very fun weekend together, and he comes home in 17 days!

My latest gripe with life is that my boobs are entirely too big. I know, the rest of the world does not agree, but when you have people who GREET them! We know we have a serious problem.
It all comes back to the fact sometimes I think the male species is so completely disgusting. For example, when I work in drive-thru I consistently have guy staring down my shirt when I go to give them their order. It is then I am tempted to neatly pitch it in their laps and then smile sweetly.

Ok, last week this man pulls up to get his order and I greet him cheerily. He immediately affixes his eyes to my chest, and their they remain until he pulls away from the window. The clincher was the fact, when I told him to have a nice day he says "Y'all have a nice day too." Still staring intently. ARGH! The NERVE of some people. The NERVE of some people to flirt with Chic-Fil-A employees. I mean, I know most of the girls I work with are ho's, but seriously! I act very nice and sweet and innocent you THINK they would give me the dignity of treating me like a EXPENSIVE ho instead of a cheap one.

Alas, such is my plight in life with red hair, thick legs, squishy waist, and big boobs. It's a rough life.