I'm not dead yet!

Ok, so it has been brought to my attention that my frustration with my proposal girl super powers has gotten out of hand and apparantly people feel that I am not happy. Let me just clarify for the peanut gallery (that's you, dad) - I'm quite happy. Seriously happy.

Can you be seriously happy? What about happily serious? Can you also be angrily happy?

Anyway. I do not despise my job. It's just frustrating. And typically it's the frustrating things that get written about. Why? Because I can attempt to make them funny. It's hard to make something funny out of skipping along merrily.

Though skipping at my age is kind of funny. There's a reason you stop skipping after a certain age - first off, skipping in heels is bad news. Trust me on that one. Secondly, it really hurts my knees. It didn't used to. I think this must be filed under section 80032.c - growing older. Skipping stones, now, just gets better the more the days go by. Though I don't have as much opportunity to do it...well...actually I never had much opportunity to practice. But it's still cool. Skipping class is also good - not that I ever did that - seriously, never. Nope. Not once. Put the thought out of your mind. I wonder if the grown up version of skipping class is skipping a meeting...I would like to do more of that.

Which brings up a thought I haven't had in a while: Carpe Frolicum! This was our battle cry on nice spring afternoons in college. When we were busy NOT skipping class.

And now that I (hopefully) have that straight for you all, I will get back into my proposal girl pajamas and continue fabricating - er, documenting - our quality standards.