It's February now, officially, even if it is only 2:24 a.m. and I'm waiting for Rich to get home from work for the second time today. I keep smiling to myself, and not those small little smiles that you can sort of subdue if need be, but the uncontrollable, nothing-is-gonna-be-able-to-get-this-thing-off-my-face kind. I'm sure that has everything to do with the fact that Jeff is probably hugging the boy he loves for the first time right now and that I thought of something great to do when Steve and I take Will out for his birthday at the end of the month. Also, I started a new story that manifested itself in my brain a couple nights ago when tossing ideas around with Billy. This one is so challenging and complicated, that it actually excites me and I really hope I can pull it off well cause it's going to be real easy to screw it up if I'm not careful. Also, the main character has been renamed three times in the last 24 hours, whatever that means.

So I've spent the last hour listening to Taking Back Sunday and grinning like an idiot.

So work was interesting tonight in a totally lame but humorous way. There's this kid I work with, Justin. So sweet and cute, if not your typical bored-out-of-his-mind senior in high school. Here's what went down... He goes on his lunch break and his friends come by to hang out and they're in the parking lot massing around. Well, as I heard the story later, one of his friends had some steel pipe in his truck and for some ridiculous reason I'm not entirely clear on, Justin was hitting his own truck with the piece of pipe and some customer leaving the store saw this happening and called the police. My store is across the street from the police department so in like zero seconds flat, SEVEN police cars are in the parking lot with sirens and flashing lights going. When Justin finally came back inside and I said, "Justin! WTF?!" and he at least had the decency to blush cause I'm like a mom to a lot of those kids there that work at night with me. So he tells me that the police had him, and all of his friends in the backs of their cars, AFTER they violated him by touching him THERE, and when he tried to tell them it was his truck they were less than receptive to that idea. So a couple managers had to go out and claim him... "Yeah, that one's ours." Seriously?! Anyway...

I just read Razor's latest update in his blog, and how freakin cute! Just saying... Congratulations. Also, congratulations to the boy we don't talk about and his new boyfriend

SUPERBOWL weekend here. I'm working tomorrow night, and cute, shy hugh school quarteback kid is going to loan me a jersey to wear. (Thanks Brett ) So after I get up early, take Rich back to work, go get a new tire put on my car since on Tuesday one of my tires like... I have no idea what it did, but I know I've never seen a tire do this before :wacko: and then go take Rich to lunch, pick up the kiddo from school, then pick Rich up from work, and go to work myself... TAXI sign ON! Then Saturday we're having a birthday breakfast with my sister, getting our taxes done, and then a birthday dinner for Rich's dad where I have to remember to bring Steve some ice cream from the restaurant, and then I'm gonna go hang out with him and said ice cream for a few hours while Rich is a total nerd (Don't forget to give me the book this time!~) And then I have to work on SUPERBOWL Sunday from 2 to 11 pm... hmmm.

Also, just to appease any people who still haven't figured out what it was I wanted and had been waiting weeks for (see previous blog entry) I'll go ahead and tell you. Sometimes, he does this thing where his hands are in my hair, and he's holding my head just where he wants it while he kisses me like he means it, and there's nowhere else he would rather be, or anything he'd rather be doing It makes me melty! And it makes me feel safe, and loved, and fantastic. Plus, the man has skills... just saying.

Hugs,

Viv

PS. Angels really can fly it seems! Sweetie, *Snuggle*