This guy, who works the bar at my favorite lunch place, must've winked at me 20 times by the time I got my food.

I was going to call him Se�or Winky, but we got to talking about my digital camera (and I got a better pic that the first, covert one that I'd taken), and I asked him his name. It's Jesse. Doesn't it just figure. He's got that Columbian charm thing down pat.

And earlier, down in the courtyard, I watched these two dudes stop in midsentence and hang their mouths open, staring after a woman in a tight, leopard-print dress.

What made it funnier was when one of the guys caught me watching him, watching her, and we both laughed.

Me: Your eyes gonna fall out your head if you're not careful.

Guy: If they haven't already after all these years, they're not going to.

Example #2 of why I'm going to be a senile old bat way before my time:

I typed a note for myself on a sticky to write about "new fa's". I probably typed that not three hours ago. I have no recollection of what that's supposed to mean.

financial advisors?
flammable assholes?

I'm tellin' ya. No idea.

Chiro/massage appt. tonight. Yay! Lay your sweet hands on me, Lisa.