Five.... five.... five dollar footlong

I met my soul mate today-- or should I say "sub mate."

We both got a 6-inch veggie on wheat, toasted, with swiss cheese, all veggies (no black olives) and honey mustard. WHAT are the chances, people???

I felt like a crazy stalker lady, because I was behind him in line and basically repeating everything he said. At the end, I looked at him and went, "yaaay- we got the same sub!" He didn't seem amused in the slightest and was far too focused on how the cashier was being way too slow, thus preventing him from exiting at a quicker pace to run away from the weirdo behind him in line.

Ouch... Sorry, dude. Just commenting on the awesomeness that just happened when we ordered the exact same sub. Come on!

Can I just say, that I'm so lucky to have already found someone who actually gets amused by those things? My man and I are so not submates and probably not even soul mates for that matter (like that even exists), but we certainly entertain each other with our silly quirks and not-so-funny jokes....what complete strangers find scary, we find endearing. I dig that.

...even though he would totally put olives on his sandwich. *shudder*

Identity Crises!!

Lately I've been having some internal debates over the great change-of-name situation that will soon be upon me. Let me first say that I find absolutely nothing wrong with taking your hubbies name and I am completely in love with the idea of having a family and someday having the children take his name... but I, myself, am having a bit of an identity crises. This is what I've been called my entire life- this is the signature that I've signed on the dotted line since I could hold a pen. And to top it all off?: I looove my name- I reeeeally do. It's a great stage name, it's Irish, it matches my face/hair/freckles perfectly and I just really. truly. love it.

While I'm completely ready to take every part of him, I'm just not ready to leave my name behind. It's such a big part of me. so I have to wonder: do other women deal with this? Is it easy for some, difficult for others? Am I just being Mrs. Selfish?

Hmmmm

But recess was sooo my favorite class!

Sometimes my little pea brain can't quite wrap itself around the concept of a recession. My friends are losing their jobs, yes. Others are being threatened. My little company has even had a few "lay-offs"(read: fired!) as well. However, tonight, in order to keep morale high, we are all skipping down to our company holiday party for some merriment and funsies... even though I have a feeling that "keeping up appearances" had a lot to do with our choice of venue:

This is cutting back??

Some might say this is being paid for by rich people, so why not enjoy? But the sad reality is that I'm paying for this party. It's coming straight from the raise I deserve and the bonus I was expecting. I would frankly rather buy a cheap bottle of wine, order a pizza, and put the difference in my already dwindling savings account.

Oh well-- cheers!