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The Facts of Life
Saturday, May 10, 2008

Reading - LOTD's "Rules for Dating My Daughter"
Listening - Takacha, "Movin!!"

Had my interview yesterday which went well, and the guy said I'll hear from them next week some time, whether I get the job or not.

Went over to Aner's afterward to keep her company apparently because Joe's friend Eric, his cousin, and someone's dad were over fixing their garage. So anywho, Aner, Jesse, and I went over to Domino's for some pizzas for everyone. While we were waiting, we decided to get some chips at the Pig. As we're walking I hear someone yelling "Sara Horne!" getting louder and louder. I turn around...and DeAnn's driving by pointing at me! So I got to talk with her because she was stopping at the Pig for some snacks after having dropped Scampi off. Yay, Dean time! Then as we're checking out, Jarrett Maurice is checking out right in front of us! He's as hot as ever but still out of my league. -_-

Doing some shopping tonight for Mother's Day. We're all bringing some food tomorrow so Mom doesn't have to cook, but we still need to find out who's getting what! Too bad Aner wasn't over today or she'd have it all figured out.

Here's my quote, rule number 8 from LOTD's Rules for Dating My Daughter:

"The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
* Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.
* Places where there is darkness.
* Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.
* Places warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose-down parka zipped up to her throat.
* Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay."