Can’t really feel both my index fingers and thumbs as a result of peeling cloves of garlic and onions. I was peeling them while watching reruns of the Seattle audition of American Idol. Now I know who it was, Jordin Sparks! Got to like her. And also the last guy to audition on the first day, the one who sang Open Arms and Simon Cowell said “It’s a no” straightaway. What was his name?
Ahh. Shameless AI fan. Haha.
Anyway, work was great today, even though there weren’t as many callers or messages. I felt like I was on my own, in my own world. It’s a feeling that not many can experience. Hehe. (Oh, I’m going to create a few nefarious thoughts in some people’s minds now. Thanks Al for teaching me that word, am I using it right? Heehee.)
I haven’t got much to post today, but a mere thought that someone said it was so uncharacteristic of me: how would it look if a girl of my height — 5’3″ — hug a guy so tall?
Uncharacteristic, really? What are my characteristics, I wonder? Enlighten me, dear readers. Both good and bad. Make my comment space more happening!
(Thanks for dropping by, to both my regular readers and new ones. :))