The Charmed Life

For the past two days, I've been trying to write this blog and nothing comes out like I want it to. Witty ends up sounding bratty, sarcasm sounds just plain rude and chipper comes across as condescending. Don't ask me...it's just the way it is. Normally when I'm like this I just write a list, but even my list isn't working.

My boss is leaving to take a dean's position at another college. I'm sad because our relationship has taken a drastic tumble ever since Christmas and we're not speaking unless absolutely necessary. I think about it every day, he probably never thinks about it, and I'm mourning the loss of a good friend, a great mentor and wonderful leader. And I have no one to talk to about that and the changes that are coming. Normally I would talk to him. But now...

BB and I are going to the beach in May. My MIL has rented a tiny little oceanfront house for us for 5 days as a birthday gift to Brian. I'm so excited, but also wondering if there are ulterior motives here. Last year he got a shirt.

The cruise is six weeks from today. I have six weeks to figure out spray tans, grippy flip flops and dinner attire. I will be off for almost two out of the four weeks of May. We go to the beach, come home, I unpack, re-pack and then head to Miami. June and July are going to be awfully boring. Kristen? Alissa? Anyone? Visit? Please?

Tonight I get to see Anne. The ways in which I love her are too numerous to mention, as is the amount of booze we will consume together. Heather's coming with me - if she and Anne don't get along for some strange reason, my friendship with Heather will meet its unfortunate demise. But I feel sure that they'll be BFFs. It's impossible not to adore Anne.

And finally, I'm considering bangs. It's a big decision for a girl like me. I have an appointment at 12:30. Wish me luck.