bored

I am rarely bored. But. Let me explain. I'm at work. For an 8 hour shift. Which I hardly ever do. And I've pretty well been alone in this facility since I started working almost 7 hours ago. Which means...I've done a ton of work. Which means. I'm DONE now. And still have an hour and 20 minutes left 'til I get to go home. Oh. My. Word. I'm bored.

So. What can I write about? Perhaps about how I've eaten TWO chocolate bars in the last few hours. That's right. Two. What on earth? I blame it on the sad little canteen just 15 feet away from me, just longing for someone. Anyone, to be interested in its contents. Well. Count me in. I love chocolate.

I could write about how it was a Gorgeous day, and I got to come to work smack dab in the middle of this gorgeous day. Not bitter.

I could write about how I got to see Angie yesterday. And her adorable little kids. And how Jonah was so shy, the only one he would even pay attention to was Vince, Ang's dad. Until 2 minutes before we left, he decided he would like to be friends with Rory. Go figure. We'll see them tomorrow, and hopefully he'll remember how he wanted to be her friend. He thinks they're his cousins. Which is practically true, I suppose. I love how I see Angie once (maybe twice -- like this year!!) a year, and...besides the initial 20 second emotion and excitement...its like we just saw each other. Not in a bad way, but...there's no 'ground' to cover...we just pick up where we left off. Which I love, actually. And how she looks better and better with every passing year, and every kid...is beyond me. But, seriously...she's too pretty.

Hmmm. Okay - well -- now I have an hour and 10 minutes left. Hmmm...what to say.

We finally took the flannel sheets off our bed. Yesterday. July 19th. Yup - that's right.

I could write about how my belly is getting larger...but I still mostly just look chubby, not preggers.

And if you really wanted to know what I was thinking about right now...I would tell you its about the tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, and cilantro I bought today so I could make some salsa. My mouth is literally watering just thinking about it.

I could write about how my dearest girls on this little Island are my sister, Erin. And Amanda. I love them. I don't think I want Amanda to go back to work, 'cause...who will I hang out with when Jonah has his naps?! I could write about how they're going on a camping trip together and to the U2 concert together. And how that makes me a tiny bit sad, but...its my own fault/choice...however you wanna say that. I didn't think I'd be able to stand for hours on end at a concert with thousands and thousands of people without panicking. so...Erin will go in my place. No big deal.

I could write about how Erin and her *friend* are babysitting my boy right now, and how I am seriously so incredibly grateful to have her love my little boy so much. He adores her. As he should.

Okay a little less than an hour now. Sweet.

But seriously. this is ridiculous. Surely there's something of interest I could be reading about on the internet instead of writing useless nonsense. Let me explore that option...I could be back. Ya just never know.