I know so many of you are as fascinated and entranced with literature as I am. And I'm sure all of you spend countless hours lying awake at night contemplating the Formalistic nature of the poetry of William Wordsworth or the complexity of Ophelia in Hamlet or the joys of Shakespeare's iambic pentameter. Oh I just know you do. Well, if you don't, at least the people on National Public Radio do.
The other day, I was listening to NPR and they were discussing the validity of Shakespeare. For a long ole heap o time (literary phrase), scholars have debated whether or not Shakespeare was an author of plays or (gasp!) whether or not he even existed. Well, for my purposes, it's just easier to believe that he was who we all think he was mainly because I honestly don't give a flying Falstaff either way.
There was a gentleman on the broadcast, however, who had some very strong feelings on the subject and he adamently argued Shakespeare's validity. At one point, I got so emotionally invested in his argument that I raised my hand in triumph at least twice. And then he said the following: "Not believing that Shakespeare was a real author is about as ludicrous as not believing in Evolution." When I heard that I sort of just sat there confused like when you stick your hand in scalding hot water and for the first half second you think it's icy cold. But then you instantly realize OW! That's scalding hot water!
Anyway, I didn't really invest much attention to his argument after that because I was too busy coming up with other responses that I felt would have been similarly perplexing to my psyche:
"I don't believe in Shakespeare"
"What?! Not believing in Shakespeare is as ludicrous as not believing sun beams shoot out of my butt!"
"I don't believe in Shakespeare"
"What?! Not believing in Shakepseare is about as preposturous as not believing that Paris Hilton is the epitome of morality and decency!"
"I don't believe in Shakespeare"
"What?! Not believing in Shakespeare is so dumb! About as dumb as not believing in a tooth fairy covered in skittles!"
Anyway...you get the idea...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Updates A La Katy
Well, I figured it was time I let you all know about what has been going on in my life lately. Seeing as how I don't really like to get toooo personal in my blog (do I? maybe I do?), I'm just going to inform you all of my latest and greatest points of interest and excitement.
1. I am currently collecting all the Happy Meal toys for the Kung Fu Panda movie. Most of you are fully aware that I am heartily invested in any meal in which a definitive emotion is displayed in its description (i.e. Happy Meal, Wacky Pack). But what you might not know is that I convey more expressions of joy and excitement over a free toy/meal combination than I do when, say, gas prices fall from $63.72 a gallon to $58.94. It's just that wonderful to me. So, Brian and I have been steadily acquiring them these past few weeks. We each have three. We are going to get them all and then go see the movie. Yes, we will probably take our free toys with us and set them up proudly at our feet.
2. I now know how to make Chili's salsa. Again, many of you who know me are fully aware that, if I am ever close to death, all I ever really want is for someone to hook me up to an IV that freely flows the deliciousness that is Chilis salsa into my veins, so that my transition into heaven will be all that much more blissful. I love it. Well, Brian Googled it the other day (seriously have no idea why it never occurred to me to do that...) and found the exact recipe. Within minutes, we were on our way to the grosh (my abbreve for grocery store) to gather the ingredients. We got so excited about our endeavor that we doubled the recipe. Now, Brian's fridge is full of about 38 little bowls of straight up Jesus. I'm frankly jealous that he gets to sleep mere feet away from all that salsa-y goodness. It's amazing, friends.
3. I quit my job. I have been working for my wonderful father since, oh, about the Mesozoic Era and have realized it's just time for me to move on. So, I'm finishing up grad school this next year and then it's on to bigger and better things! No more desk job! My last day is August 1. Whenever I think about it, I swear I hear a sweet heavenly choir of angels. And I just want to hug those angels, just wanna hug em up and feed em some happy meals.
4. I'm reading two great books. Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen and Having a Mary Heart In a Martha World by, oh I can't remember her name...how very Martha of me. Anyway, both books are sooooo good. Water for Elephants is a fiction book centered around the theme of a 1950s circus type situation. And the other one is centered around the theme of our Lord of Lord and Heavenly Host. Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost.
5. I recently whacked myself in the chin with a lawn mower. Well, not the actual mower. I mean, it would be a pretty bold accomplishment if I could just hoist a mower in the air and then proceed to accidentally whack myself in the chin with it. It was the thing you pull on to start the mower. Or the "starter pully thing" as I like to call it. Well, I was trying to show off how wonderfully talented I am at starting large pieces of lawn machinery when, just out of nowhere, I felt a humbling jolt of pain as I got a little too close to my facial area during the up-pull. So, now I have a bruise there, but that's ok. Oh, and please don't come up to me and try to touch it. Whenever anyone approaches an owie on my person, I have some sort of ninja reflex action that will sever at least two limbs in one move. So, don't. touch. my. chin. bruise. I am not responsible for bodily harm done unto ye.
6. I am horribly sunburned. I blame the clouds which gave the impression that the sun wasn't working. And, I blame my very pale ancestors. Clearly, the fact that I applied no sunscreen whatsoever is soooo not my fault.
That's basically all for now...I think...Hope you all are having a wonderful summer!!!
1. I am currently collecting all the Happy Meal toys for the Kung Fu Panda movie. Most of you are fully aware that I am heartily invested in any meal in which a definitive emotion is displayed in its description (i.e. Happy Meal, Wacky Pack). But what you might not know is that I convey more expressions of joy and excitement over a free toy/meal combination than I do when, say, gas prices fall from $63.72 a gallon to $58.94. It's just that wonderful to me. So, Brian and I have been steadily acquiring them these past few weeks. We each have three. We are going to get them all and then go see the movie. Yes, we will probably take our free toys with us and set them up proudly at our feet.
2. I now know how to make Chili's salsa. Again, many of you who know me are fully aware that, if I am ever close to death, all I ever really want is for someone to hook me up to an IV that freely flows the deliciousness that is Chilis salsa into my veins, so that my transition into heaven will be all that much more blissful. I love it. Well, Brian Googled it the other day (seriously have no idea why it never occurred to me to do that...) and found the exact recipe. Within minutes, we were on our way to the grosh (my abbreve for grocery store) to gather the ingredients. We got so excited about our endeavor that we doubled the recipe. Now, Brian's fridge is full of about 38 little bowls of straight up Jesus. I'm frankly jealous that he gets to sleep mere feet away from all that salsa-y goodness. It's amazing, friends.
3. I quit my job. I have been working for my wonderful father since, oh, about the Mesozoic Era and have realized it's just time for me to move on. So, I'm finishing up grad school this next year and then it's on to bigger and better things! No more desk job! My last day is August 1. Whenever I think about it, I swear I hear a sweet heavenly choir of angels. And I just want to hug those angels, just wanna hug em up and feed em some happy meals.
4. I'm reading two great books. Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen and Having a Mary Heart In a Martha World by, oh I can't remember her name...how very Martha of me. Anyway, both books are sooooo good. Water for Elephants is a fiction book centered around the theme of a 1950s circus type situation. And the other one is centered around the theme of our Lord of Lord and Heavenly Host. Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost.
5. I recently whacked myself in the chin with a lawn mower. Well, not the actual mower. I mean, it would be a pretty bold accomplishment if I could just hoist a mower in the air and then proceed to accidentally whack myself in the chin with it. It was the thing you pull on to start the mower. Or the "starter pully thing" as I like to call it. Well, I was trying to show off how wonderfully talented I am at starting large pieces of lawn machinery when, just out of nowhere, I felt a humbling jolt of pain as I got a little too close to my facial area during the up-pull. So, now I have a bruise there, but that's ok. Oh, and please don't come up to me and try to touch it. Whenever anyone approaches an owie on my person, I have some sort of ninja reflex action that will sever at least two limbs in one move. So, don't. touch. my. chin. bruise. I am not responsible for bodily harm done unto ye.
6. I am horribly sunburned. I blame the clouds which gave the impression that the sun wasn't working. And, I blame my very pale ancestors. Clearly, the fact that I applied no sunscreen whatsoever is soooo not my fault.
That's basically all for now...I think...Hope you all are having a wonderful summer!!!
Monday, April 28, 2008
I am NOT a Member of the KKK
So, if you have been a faithful reader of my blog, you will know that my headline used to read "K-k-k-Katy." Well, it has been brought to my attention that this may have some sort of connotation towards racial hatred...an attitude I most certainly do not possess. And, of course, leave it to me - a kind, gentle, good-hearted person who has much love for the african american community - to create some sort of ambiguity in this area. Well done, self.
So, I thought I would set the record straight and tell you all why I chose the headline that is no longer my headline (because I'm a people pleaser, gang).
When I was a wee lass, my grandpa used to sing with me all the time. I would stand behind him and comb his hair and we would accompany each other in choral merriment. Most of the songs he sang I had never heard before. Since I was a kid with lots of freckles, one of my favorites he sang went something like "She's got freckles on her but(t) she's pretty." Made me laugh every time.
But my absolute favoritest of favoritestesness was the song K-k-k-katy. It was from a very old World War II song booklet that he had lying around. I can't for the life of me think of why I loved that song so much. Oh wait. That's right. It was a song about MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Sigh. I love myself.
So, here's the song. Proof that I'm just a supporter of vintage music as opposed to a follower of hate-filled racist organizations.
K-K-K-KATY
Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid with hair of gold,
Like an act of fate,
Kate was standing at the gate,
Watching all the boys on dress parade.
Jimmy with the girls was just a gawk,
Stuttered ev'ry time he tried to talk,
Still that night at eight,
He was there at Katy's gate,
Stuttering to her this love sick cry.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and sweet,
That's what Jimmy thought,
When the wedding ring he bought,
Now he's off to France the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he'd like to take a chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune,
All about the silv'ry moon,
This is what they hear in far off France.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
So, I thought I would set the record straight and tell you all why I chose the headline that is no longer my headline (because I'm a people pleaser, gang).
When I was a wee lass, my grandpa used to sing with me all the time. I would stand behind him and comb his hair and we would accompany each other in choral merriment. Most of the songs he sang I had never heard before. Since I was a kid with lots of freckles, one of my favorites he sang went something like "She's got freckles on her but(t) she's pretty." Made me laugh every time.
But my absolute favoritest of favoritestesness was the song K-k-k-katy. It was from a very old World War II song booklet that he had lying around. I can't for the life of me think of why I loved that song so much. Oh wait. That's right. It was a song about MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Sigh. I love myself.
So, here's the song. Proof that I'm just a supporter of vintage music as opposed to a follower of hate-filled racist organizations.
K-K-K-KATY
Jimmy was a soldier brave and bold,
Katy was a maid with hair of gold,
Like an act of fate,
Kate was standing at the gate,
Watching all the boys on dress parade.
Jimmy with the girls was just a gawk,
Stuttered ev'ry time he tried to talk,
Still that night at eight,
He was there at Katy's gate,
Stuttering to her this love sick cry.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
No one ever looked so nice and neat,
No one could be just as cute and sweet,
That's what Jimmy thought,
When the wedding ring he bought,
Now he's off to France the foe to meet.
Jimmy thought he'd like to take a chance,
See if he could make the Kaiser dance,
Stepping to a tune,
All about the silv'ry moon,
This is what they hear in far off France.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Well, Thank Goodness
Friends! Countrymen! Lend me your ears!
Know how the turnpike is like uber ridiculous? Remember how it was supposed to only be set up to receive a toll for like 2 years and then it would be paid off and people - the normal, working-class, proletariat- would be able to drive on it for free? And I'm sure you're aware that it's been about 80 years now and it still costs a WHOLE DOLLAR to go roughly 100 yards from Broadway Extension to Western?
I think the reason we all have been so frustrated with the pricey toll fare is because we haven't seen any sort of product from this monetary compensation. For example, if we are giving them all this money, shouldn't there be performers on the side of the road with cupcakes and free car washes? Shouldn't every other mile of road be paved with candy canes? Shouldn't renowned motivational speakers be flagging us down to hop in our cars and give us the meaning of life?
Well, fret no more. I've found where all our money is going. And I think you will be pleased. If you are ever traveling Westbound (and Eastbound, actually, as I've come to observe) on the turnpike from Broadway Extension to, say, N. Penn, look to the right just after you go through the toll. But look quickly. There's about a four foot by four foot garden that has been planted in the space where travelers merge as if we are being handed a lollipop after a sharp blow to the back of the head. WHACK! Oh! A flower!
These 9 billion dollar gardens are, of course, maintained and groomed by the little turnpike oompa loompas, so don't forget that some of our money is going to them. For example, about a week after I noticed the garden on the North side of the highway, I was driving by and happened to notice a crew of about 48 men in orange vests planting an identical four foot by four foot garden on the South side of the highway. Bless their hearts, I'm sure it was a very long and arduous process. I can easily understand why it is costing us so much to keep them out there making our travel experience pleasurable.
I hope knowing all of this is a relief to those of you who travel the turnpike, the blessed stretch of road that is forever marked with exclusivity due to the shiny oasis of deciduous life growing from it's expensive loins.
Know how the turnpike is like uber ridiculous? Remember how it was supposed to only be set up to receive a toll for like 2 years and then it would be paid off and people - the normal, working-class, proletariat- would be able to drive on it for free? And I'm sure you're aware that it's been about 80 years now and it still costs a WHOLE DOLLAR to go roughly 100 yards from Broadway Extension to Western?
I think the reason we all have been so frustrated with the pricey toll fare is because we haven't seen any sort of product from this monetary compensation. For example, if we are giving them all this money, shouldn't there be performers on the side of the road with cupcakes and free car washes? Shouldn't every other mile of road be paved with candy canes? Shouldn't renowned motivational speakers be flagging us down to hop in our cars and give us the meaning of life?
Well, fret no more. I've found where all our money is going. And I think you will be pleased. If you are ever traveling Westbound (and Eastbound, actually, as I've come to observe) on the turnpike from Broadway Extension to, say, N. Penn, look to the right just after you go through the toll. But look quickly. There's about a four foot by four foot garden that has been planted in the space where travelers merge as if we are being handed a lollipop after a sharp blow to the back of the head. WHACK! Oh! A flower!
These 9 billion dollar gardens are, of course, maintained and groomed by the little turnpike oompa loompas, so don't forget that some of our money is going to them. For example, about a week after I noticed the garden on the North side of the highway, I was driving by and happened to notice a crew of about 48 men in orange vests planting an identical four foot by four foot garden on the South side of the highway. Bless their hearts, I'm sure it was a very long and arduous process. I can easily understand why it is costing us so much to keep them out there making our travel experience pleasurable.
I hope knowing all of this is a relief to those of you who travel the turnpike, the blessed stretch of road that is forever marked with exclusivity due to the shiny oasis of deciduous life growing from it's expensive loins.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I Make A Bomb Mix Tape...I'm Not Gonna Lie
Ahhhhhh mix tapes. Is it 'mix tapes' or 'mixed tapes'??? For all intents and purposes, I'm going with just 'mix.' Suck it.
Okay....music is undeniably one of my most favorite things in the whole galaxy. You know how when you are in a desert and haven't had water for 5 days (not 6, after 6 you would die) and you're like 'crap, i need some water!' and then all of a sudden a cactus appears and you suddenly remember all those movies you saw long ago where they tell you that 'hey! you can drink a cactus!' and then you do, you drink the cactus and it's the best thing you've ever tasted because it means you're actually gonna live and then you start thinking the desert isn't such a bad place after all because. of. the. cactus. Welllll....music is my cactus.
And when I get filled up by music, one of my other favorite things is to share it with people. So, over the years (since 1991 to be exact) I've been making mixes for me and my friends. I remember sitting in my room listening to the radio as a kid and calling in requests and having my hand on the 'record' button of my boom box and starting and stopping the tape just in time so that the dumb deejay wouldn't be on the mix. Man, those were fun days.
Thankfully, those days aren't over for me, thanks to iTunes and my incessant need to express myself musically since I was clearly passed up on the day God was giving out musical talent. It's okay, really. I love to just sit and find songs and create what I like to call "atmosphere cds" (okay, I just made that up...I'm not that lame). But, really, my musical mixes are very mood dependant. When I was young, I would base my mix on whoever I was mixing for and that hasn't changed. But the songs are still about me. They are the songs that are valuable to me and they say things that words can't say. And when you give that kind of crap away to a person, you'd better make sure they understand the value of that. Not everyone deserves a mix tape.
Okay....music is undeniably one of my most favorite things in the whole galaxy. You know how when you are in a desert and haven't had water for 5 days (not 6, after 6 you would die) and you're like 'crap, i need some water!' and then all of a sudden a cactus appears and you suddenly remember all those movies you saw long ago where they tell you that 'hey! you can drink a cactus!' and then you do, you drink the cactus and it's the best thing you've ever tasted because it means you're actually gonna live and then you start thinking the desert isn't such a bad place after all because. of. the. cactus. Welllll....music is my cactus.
And when I get filled up by music, one of my other favorite things is to share it with people. So, over the years (since 1991 to be exact) I've been making mixes for me and my friends. I remember sitting in my room listening to the radio as a kid and calling in requests and having my hand on the 'record' button of my boom box and starting and stopping the tape just in time so that the dumb deejay wouldn't be on the mix. Man, those were fun days.
Thankfully, those days aren't over for me, thanks to iTunes and my incessant need to express myself musically since I was clearly passed up on the day God was giving out musical talent. It's okay, really. I love to just sit and find songs and create what I like to call "atmosphere cds" (okay, I just made that up...I'm not that lame). But, really, my musical mixes are very mood dependant. When I was young, I would base my mix on whoever I was mixing for and that hasn't changed. But the songs are still about me. They are the songs that are valuable to me and they say things that words can't say. And when you give that kind of crap away to a person, you'd better make sure they understand the value of that. Not everyone deserves a mix tape.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
A Letter To My Bathtub
Dear Garden-style Oasis of Love,
I'm in love with you. And please don't tell me it's too soon for me to feel this way. It's been nine months and I'm hypnotized by your ways. Actually, bathtub, I hesitated about whether or not I should tell you this, but you are what gets me out of bed in the morning. Knowing you are waiting for me with your fiberglass arms of bliss, aahhhh....I get weak in the knees just thinking about it.
This letter is a big step for me, bathtub. You have to know...not many people approve of our relationship. They can't seem to understand why I enjoy your company so much, why I'm willing to forgo showers for the rest of my life just to remain in your tender embrace. Filling you up fills me up. Plain and simple.
And, bathtub, thank your for being selfless with your personal space. I love that you willingly hold my crosswords and books and homework and 45 half empty shower gel bottles. That's so sacrificial of you. You have no idea. But it makes me realize I need to put more effort in our relationship so you don't feel drained, so to speak.
I promise you, bathtub, there are so many exciting times ahead for us. I think about you all day and can't wait to be in your arms again.
Loofa,
Katy
I'm in love with you. And please don't tell me it's too soon for me to feel this way. It's been nine months and I'm hypnotized by your ways. Actually, bathtub, I hesitated about whether or not I should tell you this, but you are what gets me out of bed in the morning. Knowing you are waiting for me with your fiberglass arms of bliss, aahhhh....I get weak in the knees just thinking about it.
This letter is a big step for me, bathtub. You have to know...not many people approve of our relationship. They can't seem to understand why I enjoy your company so much, why I'm willing to forgo showers for the rest of my life just to remain in your tender embrace. Filling you up fills me up. Plain and simple.
And, bathtub, thank your for being selfless with your personal space. I love that you willingly hold my crosswords and books and homework and 45 half empty shower gel bottles. That's so sacrificial of you. You have no idea. But it makes me realize I need to put more effort in our relationship so you don't feel drained, so to speak.
I promise you, bathtub, there are so many exciting times ahead for us. I think about you all day and can't wait to be in your arms again.
Loofa,
Katy
Friday, February 8, 2008
Why I Outta....
Yesterday after work, I had one mission in mind: jeans shopping. I left work at about 4:30 and headed to my favorite place to shop for jeans, The Buckle. Please remind me next time I go there that the sales associates are nice not because God gave them the genetic blessing of compassion...no, they are nice because if they sell you pricey jeans, they get a sweet little commission. Jerks. Here's what happened.
Katy enters The Buckle and is greeted by an associate. Katy wanders to the sale rack and hears a soothing, low voice at the back of the store.
George: Is there something I can help you find?
Katy: No thanks, I'm just (katy turns and sees the handsome man attached to the voice)...actually, maybe you can help me with some jeans.
George: I'd be happy to. Do you know what kind you want?
Katy: Well, I have a card from the last time I was in here. It has the type of jeans I buy on it.
George: Look at you. I'm so impressed!
(Katy giggles)
George: Okay, I'll grab a few for you and put them in a dressing room while you look around.
Katy: Sounds awesome. Thanks.
(A few minutes later...)
George: So, you're havin a good day aren't you?
Katy: Why, do I look like I'm having a good day?
George: I can tell these things.
(Katy Giggles)
Katy: Yeah, it's a good day.
George: So, what do you do?
Katy: Work and go to school.
George: Awesome. Hey, I love your bag.
Katy: Thanks! I got it at Old Navy about 2 years ago. My sister is always trying to get me to carry expensive bags, but I always go back to what's comfortable.
George: I hear ya. Me too.
(The conversation continues light heartedly until Katy informs George that she is ready to try on her clothes. George escorts her to the dressing room.)
George: I'm looking forward to seeing those jeans on you.
(Katy giggles)
George (while Katy is trying on clothes): So...uh, you got any plans for Valentine's Day?
Katy's inner monologue: omigosh! He's totally gonna ask for my number. He thinks I'm cute. omigosh! What is it with me lately? Guys are all over me! I'm awesome!
Katy: nah, not this year.
George: Hmmmm....well that's no good. We'll have to do something about that.
(Katy giggles)
Katy: Will we?
After trying on three pairs of jeans and three shirts, Katy makes her selections and hands them to George.
George: I'll see you at the register.
Katy: Okay
(At the register)
George: I went ahead and punched a few extra amounts on your card, so you can get the discount.
Katy: Wow! Thanks.
George: I'll just need your address.
Katy tells him her address.
George: Are those the apartments by Target?
Katy: Yeah.
George: With the big bathtubs?
Katy: Oh yeah.
George: I live in one of the sister complexes. That's so crazy!
Katy starts imagining their wedding.
George: I just need your driver's license
Katy hands George her driver's license
George: NO WAY!!!! We have the exact same birthday! Same month! Same year! Same day!
Katy starts naming their future children in her mind.
George: Now I have such an awesome story to tell my wife tonight!!!
Aaaaaaaand scene....
Katy enters The Buckle and is greeted by an associate. Katy wanders to the sale rack and hears a soothing, low voice at the back of the store.
George: Is there something I can help you find?
Katy: No thanks, I'm just (katy turns and sees the handsome man attached to the voice)...actually, maybe you can help me with some jeans.
George: I'd be happy to. Do you know what kind you want?
Katy: Well, I have a card from the last time I was in here. It has the type of jeans I buy on it.
George: Look at you. I'm so impressed!
(Katy giggles)
George: Okay, I'll grab a few for you and put them in a dressing room while you look around.
Katy: Sounds awesome. Thanks.
(A few minutes later...)
George: So, you're havin a good day aren't you?
Katy: Why, do I look like I'm having a good day?
George: I can tell these things.
(Katy Giggles)
Katy: Yeah, it's a good day.
George: So, what do you do?
Katy: Work and go to school.
George: Awesome. Hey, I love your bag.
Katy: Thanks! I got it at Old Navy about 2 years ago. My sister is always trying to get me to carry expensive bags, but I always go back to what's comfortable.
George: I hear ya. Me too.
(The conversation continues light heartedly until Katy informs George that she is ready to try on her clothes. George escorts her to the dressing room.)
George: I'm looking forward to seeing those jeans on you.
(Katy giggles)
George (while Katy is trying on clothes): So...uh, you got any plans for Valentine's Day?
Katy's inner monologue: omigosh! He's totally gonna ask for my number. He thinks I'm cute. omigosh! What is it with me lately? Guys are all over me! I'm awesome!
Katy: nah, not this year.
George: Hmmmm....well that's no good. We'll have to do something about that.
(Katy giggles)
Katy: Will we?
After trying on three pairs of jeans and three shirts, Katy makes her selections and hands them to George.
George: I'll see you at the register.
Katy: Okay
(At the register)
George: I went ahead and punched a few extra amounts on your card, so you can get the discount.
Katy: Wow! Thanks.
George: I'll just need your address.
Katy tells him her address.
George: Are those the apartments by Target?
Katy: Yeah.
George: With the big bathtubs?
Katy: Oh yeah.
George: I live in one of the sister complexes. That's so crazy!
Katy starts imagining their wedding.
George: I just need your driver's license
Katy hands George her driver's license
George: NO WAY!!!! We have the exact same birthday! Same month! Same year! Same day!
Katy starts naming their future children in her mind.
George: Now I have such an awesome story to tell my wife tonight!!!
Aaaaaaaand scene....
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