Thursday, 02.14.2002

#6 with a Coke.  Hubby and I had our Valentine's Day dinner at McDonald's tonight. Before you start condemning Hubby, let me explain. A long, lost friend of mine who had moved to California a few years ago was back in town for a visit. Being short on time and money, he suggested meeting at McDonald's for dinner, claiming to have only 2 bucks to his name. His schedule was pretty packed and he only had tonight or Sunday available to visit with us, so we decided to make it for tonight since my Sunday was already full.

It was great seeing him again after all this time. It's been several years since I last saw him and we had a lot of catching up to do. The three of us sat in a booth and took up space for about two hours, eating and chatting.

So, it wasn't the most romantic way to spend Valentine's Day, but it was an evening well-spent with a friend that I rarely get the chance to visit with. I had brought my camera, but unfortunately, he adamantly refused to have his picture taken.  ;-) 

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The Great Aloha Run. We're participating in the Great Aloha Run again this year. However, the difference between last year and this year is that the Walking Posse has been slacking big time. Our lunchtime walks are infrequent at best. I was able to get the guys out for a walk once this week and about a quarter of the way through, Terry started complaining. No, actually, it was ranting. The conversation went like this:

Terry: Oh my god, we're going to die on Monday.
Me: No way. We'll be fine.
Terry: Yeah, maybe you'll be fine since you've been walking all this time. But me and Joyce are gonna die.
Me: Naw, you guys'll be fine. We did it last year.
Terry: *rant mode ON* Yeah, but last year we were walking regularly. We haven't walked in months. We're gonna be dying halfway through, then we're going to see those people who already finished the race, wearing their race t-shirts, and running back the other way just to rub it in our face. They're really saying: 'You guys suck. We already finished and you guys are only halfway! You guys are a bunch of slow sh*ts.' That's what they're saying, you know.
Me: Yeah, well.
Terry: *continuing his rant* Yeah, but you know what I'll say? 'That's okay, we may be slow sh*ts, but you don't have boobs.'
Me: *looking at him, then looking down at my lack of boobage*
Terry: You know those runners, they're all fit and skinny and stuff. They don't have boobs.
Me: So? Boobs aren't everything.
Terry: *looking at me like I'm stupid or something* In a man's world, boobs are everything. Right, Ted? *looking at Ted for support*
Ted: *shrugging his shoulders* I'm not a boob man.
Terry: Boobs. Are. Everything.

Hmm... I was going to try to get more out of Terry on this "boobs are everything" issue, but I was already starting to develop a complex about my lack of boobage. I guess some issues are better left unexplored -- for the sake of decency and my self-esteem.  ©

::Byte Me::
Breakfast: Bagel + Cream Cheese
Lunch: Miso soup, salad
Dinner: Quarter Pounder with Cheese Value Meal @ McDonald's

::Bits 'n' Bytes::
Body in Motion? None
Mood: Unromantic

::Gratitudes::
Today, I'm thankful for being able to spend Valentine's Day with Hubby -- even if it was at McDonald's.

::Show your Love::
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