I am constantly having moments where I find out a trivial piece of information about someone and just sit there going, "what was I thinking?" or "How did that kid ever end up in my life?" Honestly, I don't know how I know some of the people I know and how it is that I came to know them. And I guess by how in that sentence, I mean why.
Why do I know these people?
Coincidence.
On what I swear is a completely different topic, My life has become inundated with Scotts as of this week. My favorite, by far, is the tapdancing, swashbuckling Scott.
Tomorrow is my favorite holiday. If I make it through without hurling, I will be proud. You ought to be as well. I have two meals in under 3 hours that I have to be at. I need to honor my blood.
Party is on Saturday. Shute will not be there. I had a crazy moment when he told me. I'll probably go visit him in a couple of weeks. We'll get hammered and I can be his resident smart friend.
Sunday there will be whist, or so help me, blood will be shed. I miss honing my skills in the art of reading signals and faces as well as having chapstick ducttaped under a table next to the extra set of cards. The nostalgia of it, however, does not take me like some people I know and I would not go back forever, but settle to have a regular game set up.
Use broad and slam pig more.
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