You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life

Here is a list of fairly normal things I will always get inordinately angry about no matter what:

-The Dyson Vacuum Cleaner guy
-The Mervis Diamonds guys
-How dragon fruit is always disappointing
-Things with nipples that shouldn't have nipples
-Hockey

Last week, I went to the dinner with my friend from high school and her husband, we discussed my friend's new Dyson vacuum cleaner, her wedding ring from Mervis, and Sidney Crosby. (Also her pregnancy.) It was like a magical trifecta of shit designed to get me to explode, and I'm still not sure how I didn't burn down the restaurant. She very clearly wants me to like and socialize with her husband, which is proving tricky because dude has no personality I have yet managed to discern. I feel like if I cut him, he would bleed skim milk. However, we both like red wine and the Hershey Bears, and I have made things work with less than that, I guess.

I am getting an Ann to visit in less than a week! Hooray!

...oh God, my house is so terribly disorganized and messy right now, it looks like a crazy person lives here. TIME TO PANIC.