True Life

Sometimes I really do not understand how I get myself into these situations.

The cable guy came today to hook up the cable in my room. If this story already sounds a little bit like my experience with the AC installer guys, you have a keen grasp on what it means to be Libby. He did install cable in my bedroom, so success there.

As he was leaving he was all, "that's it!" so I asked him if I owed him anything. For his cable man services. And he looks at me, and he says,

"Well... What do you WANT to owe me?"
I swear to god he winked.

Why? Why, of all the super powers that the gods could have bestowed upon me, did I end up with "creep magnet"? Who was it that thought, "you know what this woman needs? A superhuman capability to attract the real "winners" - yeah, that'll be a laugh! Who's got popcorn? We are sending the cable guy to her place this morning!"

Sometimes I like to imagine that someone, somewhere is getting as much amusement out of my life as I am.

That being said it is certainly not all bad these days. In fact, on the contrary, things are going so well that I hardly know what to do with myself. Sure, I am beginning to think there is a chemical in my basement that turns regular crickets into teenage mutant ninja crickets, but I'm learning to deal with that. And school is going relatively well, I've gotten a few assignments back and I'm happy with them, I'm having a great time with my friends and seriously, right now I'm not sure things could get any better.

Also, there is a boy. :)