Still got it, Internet. Yep. This married old hag still has it, alright. I got hit on today while I was doing my oh-so-rigorous work-out at the gym. I know, I know, I know. Seriously. Do NOT read into this. But I got an ego, too, OK? Never, ever, ever crossed my mind to do anything with this guy, but it's nice when you get the feeling that you affected a total stranger enough to make him ask you out. I don't get to have that small, and ultimately unimportant, feeling much anymore. I'm fine with that. I'm TOTALLY fine with that. I get a lot more, better (mo-betta) feelings through the relationships I actually do have. Meaning, of course, with Bill, Nicki, and Barb. But, I can't help it, it's fun to be hit on...once a year. More than that would be a nightmare — in that it would be a drag, and in that it wouldn't happen in reality. But it kinda put a little giddy up in my step today. Nicki's got Bill today and tonight. I'm kinda flying solo, and it was nice to get that little bit of totally superficial attention. It lasted the right amount of time, too. I had, like, seven more minutes on the elliptical when he started chatting me up. James. He was kind of a snooze, but he liked him some me. How do guys do that? I could never do that...just start talking to someone and complimenting them after knowing them for two seconds. It's crazy when you think about it, but then again...you know how men are. They're crazy. So it kinda matches up. But anyway, a little confession between me and my Internet. I got a little kick out of some twenty-year-old asking me out. That's not too terrible. Not that I would run and tell Bill about it, but, I mean, I'd tell if he asked for some reason. (Who else is curious about when he'll start being an avid reader of my blog? I don't think he appreciates yet how much I spill about myself on this thing...) I'm sure he feels the same way sometimes. In fact I know he does. I remember. I remember how he liked hearing me tell him what a great boss he was. How cute he was. How impressive he was. All that stuff. We all love it, OK? OK, Internet?!? So stop busting my chops. j/k. Have a great day, Internet. I'm off to Costco for more two new toilet seats and a pot for Barb's petunias. See? My ego needs all the help it can get on days like this...

Love me.
Margene.