Things I love you maybe wouldn’t guess I love:

- root beer
- ice hockey (Olympic only)
- cowboy boots
- tea
- semi-colons

This morning I had tea and I am having a root beer right now. Sunday I watched the men’s gold medal hockey match with great enthusiasm. There is a great story about my dad chasing a windbreaker across sand dunes while wearing cowboy boots (aka the worst moment a human could experience). I don’t think I have to explain the semi-colons, because obviously.

It’s a little bit springtimey right now with the 40-degree weather, which is a balm for the snow-chapped Baltimore area. We got so much snow that relatives on the west coast were calling my family members to make sure we hadn’t eaten each other. Poor Maryland got it right in the buns twice over the course of a week, resulting in me having to bribe Mexicans with Corona so they would help push my car out of its spot. My Spanish is so rusty but shoveling snow has the astounding power to focus the teeny part of my brain where it’s stored. I was talking shit about the snow in very foul Español. I told my helpful compadres that Fucking. Snow! and Did I turn the wheel sufficiently and then What would you like to take, I am going right now to the liquor store. The one of 3 guys that said he didn’t want any beer got a juice and I heard them discussing why I had bought him juice and I told them Because he did not want to take beer. Snow helps you learn languages, apparently, which does a lot of explaining about the Scandinavians’ unnerving abilities in that area.

I am moving again! How many times does a girl need to move before she turns 34 you ask? Jesus, a lot of times would be the answer. Federal Hill, here I come. Let’s hope you are ready for my ways effective as of April 1st.

Don’t tell but this past weekend I was doing move prep part 1 (move everything you don’t want to move out of your house into the trash) and put several dead electronic devices into the alley for pickup by whoever picks those things up. The DVD player with remote on top was gone in 5 minutes (possibly less, I wasn’t watching). The monitor took about a day, but it too is gone. I win!

Here is my current dilemma: how do you know for absolute sure that someone is humor impaired? I have a major crush and am trying to suss the sense of humor out, but am having trouble. Does he not find my amusing emails amusing? Is he just trying not to gush all over me inappropriately? Am I in denial? Please advise. He’s super foxy and I want to make him mine mine mine.

Hope you’re all having a super, splendid time in this early part of March.

kt