I edited last night's post because even I didn't understand what I was trying to say, I just know I was expressing myself badly. I'm so amazed by people who can write eloquent little essays on their blogs - I tend to just throw out random and usually shallow thoughts like I'm sitting in the pizzeria on girls' night out - but there they are, hanging on the Internet forever. Yikes.

The quiz results (and yes I know it's just an online quiz and no I don't take it too seriously but the timing was funny) sort of hit a nerve last night because they followed a conversation with Boss (who was calling in from Down South) - he relayed some comments from a colleague in the office. I can't repeat it verbatim, overall it was very complimentary, but was in the line of how he thinks I'm very smart and intuitive and analytical, and when I look at him he feels like he's being sized up and judged. One of those statements that makes you go, "Um, thanks...I think." Boss says people were singing my praises and really like me, but there's still something a bit uncomfortable about being described with phrases that can be summed up as "I really like her, but damn, she's kinda intimidating." Then these silly quiz results call me a "rogue wanderer detached intellectual" and that sounds so...intimidating. Sheesh.

I moisturized extensively last night and my hands no longer feel like sandpaper, so Bardot is on the agenda today. It's supposed to rain off and on all weekend, so yard work is iffy. I think I'll clean up the garage a bit, so I don't cringe every time I look out there, and take some stuff to Goodwill. I need to send Girlchild a box of this and that (and a check so she can buy food) today, and of course there is the Sewer Video. Whoo-wee. Party on.