First, Welcome! to the two people who showed up on my statcounter since guesting on one of my favorite blogs. I love you.
To my old friends, Wow you guys laid it on THICK. I especially enjoyed Mrs. Mouthy's comment on teamboo:
"BTW, I don't know who this Renee person is but she is absolutely friggin' hilarious!!! I am so on board with her! My life is so much richer because you let her be a guest on your site!"
I love it. You earned this:
Well, okay so never mind. That was boring and really just an excuse to show off the cute little Lennon head again. I never said this was a GOOD blog.
Some people have asked if that story is real. It is. On my 18th birthday, Eric took me out to get a sandwich. After I ordered, I waited at the cashier for a moment or two before realizing that Eric wasn't pulling out his wallet. It's a good thing he's so good looking. (In case there's confusion about the kind of person I am, it wasn't that I was UPSET, and him paying for my meal has nothing to do with gender roles or dating rules. It was my BIRTHDAY. Which, growing up, meant two things: 1. You don't have to do the dishes. 2. You don't have to pay for your sandwich. I'm sorry if that makes me a princess).