• It is ridiculously early.
• We’re leaving in approximately 1.5 hours from now for my dear friend Hollie’s wedding which is 5 hours away.
• I have only packed my shoes and hose. Thank goodness my dress is already there, otherwise I’d probably forget it.
• Oh! Yesterday was the last day at my job.
• Yesterday I also took my car in to get an oil change and also to buy chains, as we’ll be driving over Stevens Pass and word around the campfire is that they’re required.
• Do you know what I left the mechanic with? Well, very little money. But, also: new brakes (front AND back), rotors, 2  new tires, an alignment, & wiper blades
• I don’t like paying that kind of money for stuff I can’t see or touch.
• Although I do like being safe in my car, so there’s that part.
• I start at my new job on Monday, and because of this big car emergency, I will be starting there with NO NEW OUTFIT.
• I’m sure they won’t mind. I also hope they don’t mind that I’m bringing my own mousepad (Barbie!) and that I talk to myself A LOT.
• I really, really need to get ready. And, wrap the wedding gift. I’m guessing a Mikasa box with a bow on it isn’t going ot cut it.
• Enjoy your weekend, friends!

1. Working with fantastic, smart women for the past 18 months (I’ll miss you, ladies!)
2. Having an unexpected car emergency and having the money to pay for it.
3. A boyfriend who understands my need for nights alone
4. Gossip Girl on the DVR after a long, emotional day
5. A dad who finally had the courage to tell me he has a girlfriend (although, it was very hard to hear)

Alternate Title: Nerds in Love: An Email Chain

The boy called me last night before bed to say goodnight, and because I had an incredibly boring dinner, I asked him what he had for dinner. He told me where he went and what he ordered and then told me the story of two girls sitting at the table beside him.

So, apparently, Girl #1 says to Girl #2 that she’s so glad that Obama will be President because she has $14,000 in credit card debt and she needs help with it. She tells Girl #2 that she felt so hopeful that she went to IKEA and spent lots of money and knew she should feel guilty, but she’s just so hopeful about Obama becoming President that she just doesn’t care.

SERIOUSLY?

Okay, I’m hopeful, too. But, SERIOUSLY?

So, I tell the boy that I completely agreed with that girl, but instead of having my credit card debt wiped out (actually, my only debt is my car and my student loans), I would instead like a Unicorn. I told him that my Unicorn was set to arrive first thing in the morning and that I was really excited because I have been wanting a Unicorn for the past 25 years.

Anyway, we say our goodbyes and off I go to bed.

This morning, the boy emails me telling me he’s having a good morning, how beautiful I am, how lucky he is to have me, and how there are far too minutes until the next time he’ll see me. Or, something like that. Sometimes a girl has to read between the lines.

Me: Are you feeling good because you had a unicorn at your doorstep this morning?

Him: The unicorn doesn’t arrive until Obama is sworn in at 9:00;)

Me: But I want my unicorn now.

Him: You will just have to wait.  Be patient, it should be on your doorstep at 9:00 on the dot.

Me:But, I won’t be here. Will they know to bring it to work?

Him: I wouldn’t hold your breath.  Luckily I put a forwarding letter into the fantasy post office, so mine will be here on time.  I would be willing to share mine with you though.

Me: Well, it’s in your best interest to share yours with me. I’ve been wanting a unicorn since I was 5, so I KNOW how to care for a unicorn. Do you even know what they eat?

Him: No idea what they eat.

Me: Um, glitter. And, confetti.

Also, sprinkles.

(NOTE: These are ALL THINGS that I have on hand, that is how prepared I am)

Him: Stupid me.  I was going with the contrarian call that they look good, but are inherently evil…

Thus the survive on eating the tears of children that want unicorns;)

So, then I respond with something about how it’s a good thing that I’m around because we don’t have a kid, and we don’t even really like children. Thank goodness he stopped responding, because it could have gone on all day, and really I had work to do.

But, really. I’m excited for our new president. I’m excited that other people are excited. I watched the Inauguration on my computer at work and blinked back tears (Rule #1: NO CRYING AT WORK). But, I know things don’t happen overnight, and that nobody is going to pay off my credit card debt (but maybe my Saab?). And, I totally wish I could have seen these girls. I need to teach the boy the importance of cell phone photos.