today was just one of those days in which I giggled. And I felt alive. And so some favorite moments were had...
1. p-mail. I first of all preface this with the statement that if it weren't for my dog, I wouldn't have friends. kindof. I at least wouldn't be talked to as I walk down the street, but with a dog, and with a dog who's got one of the cutest faces in America, one has to allot for extra time just to walk from point A to point B because person C is going to stop you along the way. Anyways, MD and I are walking down the street, and these two ladies pass us; wanting to say hi to the dog [vicariously through its owner - he's like a real live little infant. would we otherwise talk to the mother if it weren't for the bouncy baby?], he obliges to the women. But he soon starts sniffing the pole in the middle of the sidewalk. We all nod knowingly to each other, and before I can apologize for my dog being more interested in sniffing urine on a pole than in sniffing hello to them, one of the women says outloud, "oh it's okay - he's just checking his p-mail." PEE MAIL. Ridiculous.
2. Fine I'll wine. This is why I love my job: we're 8 days out from Cioppino Night, our fundraising dinner. One of my goals this week was to find bibs, because cioppino can be quite the messy eatery. So this morning I hear two Italian-sounding men getting coffee behind me in my favorite little coffee shop; like any stupid stereo-typist would do, I ask them first if they're Italian (close - they're Sicilian - big mistake); then I assumedly ask them if they own a restaurant. I mean, come on, isn't that what Sicilians do in San Mateo? Well, lo and behold, they DO own a restaurant, just two doors down. We speak about the need for bibs, and he tells me to come by later that afternoon...so I do...so this afternoon I walk into the restaurant, and before I can state my need-to-buy-bibs case, I'm invited to sit down and have a glass of wine with the man. Bene, bene. We chat about life and love and his move to the great land of California and how he'll never go back again - but for a once a year visit, and a fix of real soccer - and I proceed to go over my 24 minute parking spot, thus getting a ticket. But was it not worth it? I love my job. :)
3. grapenuts with frozen raspberries. mmmm. this last one is pointless, but it's one of my favorite morning tastes. I LOVE looking forward to eating breakfast, and THIS breakfast in particular. [and #3 right here is the reason why people make fun of blogs :: because we tell the world pointless details, like what we ate for breakfast. oh cara.]