He feel it, she feel it, we feel it, here we go

This really should be Friday, because I have a feeling this blog's gonna be random enough for Caffeinated Randomness. And if I misspelled "caffeinated," I'm okay with that.

First. Do not send your COLLEGE professor a SUPERBLY grammatically incorrect e-mail. I can understand one or two errors. I can. But the following...I cannot.

"i do not know how to create a blog. i would like to make my blog on blogger also i want to know if the first blog is due this friday the 5th or june 6th saturday. could you let me know?"

Or begin it like this...

"Good morning ms. roberts,"

Please. No.

Or take an online class...and not check your e-mail. Who does that???

Next.

I did NOT have a good day yesterday. I didn't feel good, I'd stared at a computer screen until I felt my eyeballs were going to bleed, and even a Three Musketeers bar didn't help (Rachel, I feel your pain on the Dr. Peppers...I just lack the desire for self control.). I hadn't mentioned this much to my sweet husband other than I cancelled dinner with some friends because of just the "not-feeling-gooders," and he said he would run to the store to pick up some cheese top top our chili with.

He came home and, looking sheepish, stood in the doorframe. "Well, the trip to the grocery store got a little out of hand," he said, pulling beautiful stargazer lilies (Thanks for the identification, Misti!! LOL! My knowledge of plants does not extend past roses, gardenias, and tulips.) from behind his back. My eyes started tearing up.

"And," he continued, "I thought, I couldn't get you flowers without a card."

He pulled out a card. "But I couldn't give you a card without writing anything in it, so I had to buy pens, too," he said.

Sniff. I love that man.

Who (randomness No. 3) is now on facebook. Back on facebook, I should say. He had various reasons for quitting facebook the first time, about two years ago, one of which was because I got aggrivated that, when he wouldn't respond to people's messages, they'd message ME and say, "Why isn't Superman writing us back?" Because he's a boy who forgets! You've met him! You know this! UGH.

(Which, by the way, people still do, but that's a whole different blog. BUT I'll just say this -- If he did not answer when you called, why do you call me? I'd understand once or twice, but we have people who do this ALL THE TIME. He's either busy -- which is usually the case; his work hours are crazy -- or at a place where he can't answer his phone. And, NO, I'm NOT going to tell him to call you back when he gets home at 11 p.m. He's going to SLEEP. Okay, okay, I'm done...for now.)

Back to facebook. So he's addicted now. I don't know what changed, but he is addicted! He's got it on his PHONE -- even I don't go that far, haha!

And......that's all the randomness for today!