  I went shopping with Stacia today. As usual, I had to find my pants in the little girls' section. Ugh. I hate being short. Since I'm not really very skinny, though, I had to buy the fat little girl's pants. Size 14 1/2. Looks cute, though. Before shopping, Stacia and I ate at urlLink Islands . I had half a burger (the one with the guacamole on it) and she had another half (the Maui burger which had mushrooms on it). We shared a plate of cheesy fries and felt disgusting afterwards. If you MUST feel disgusting, it's always good to be disgusting with a friend, and there's no one I'd rather be disgusting with than Stacia.
:) Afterwards, we visited urlLink Bath & Body Works where I tested perfume scents on Riley. Stacia, if you noticed that your son smelled like a two dollar whore, I'm sorry. I didn't want the scent on me just in case it was icky. Just kidding. I just wanted to see how it would smell on someone else. Why does perfume always smell better on someone else anyway? I bought the peony scent, because as much as I like the Warm Sugar and Vanilla scent, Tim and I have been spraying the stuff whenever we make a stinky in the bathroom, so I now associate the smell of vanilla with poopie.
Lovely, huh? So peony it is. Speaking of Riley, the kid made me realize that while I love children, I'm just not ready to have them yet. I must have worked off an entire meal just chasing the kid around! Which is a good thing, I guess. Thanks, Riley. I guess whenever that infernal biological clock tells me it's time to have kids, I'll just borrow Riley, eh, Stacia?
By the way, Mom says the company she works for might offer me the position for which I interviewed last Monday. They will probably offer me more money than the other company which offered me a job and where I'm supposed to start next Monday. The question is: Do I want to work at the same place as my mother? (Mom, if you're reading this, I'm just joking. Of course I want to work with you! ) Random Quote of the Day: "You show me Regan's double, same face, same voice, everything.
And I'd know it wasn't Regan. I'd know in my gut. Now, I want you to tell me that you know for a fact that there's nothing wrong with my daughter, except in her mind. YOU TELL ME FOR A FACT THAT YOU KNOW AN EXORCISM WOULDN'T DO ANY GOOD. YOU TELL ME THAT! " - urlLink Chris McNeil , urlLink The Exorcist (1973) 
