So I sent my two-dates guy (from February) an email congratulating him on being the front-runner for the "I was 100% of Joy's Dating Life in 2007" award. I was having fun, cracking myself up.
I don't think he gets my sense of humor. If you're out there and reading this, MJ, really, it was not madness, it was an actual fun-loving, wicked sense of humor. You've been dating too many irrational, moody cat-averse women. Come into the light!!!
On an unrelated note, I got an auto-message asking me to tell my alderman that I oppose a wine, beer, and spirits tax increase. "Fully HALF the cost of beer is tax alone!"
I wish I'd been home to take the call, because I'd have enjoyed pointing out that this does not seem to stop anybody.
Sounds of cat puking. Must go.