yup, that's right, I've called him. panic sets in, my stomach turns knots, thinking he'll surely be intrigued by the random number on his display, and call it back - even if for mere kicks & giggles. Does he know I work there? duh. it's not that hard to figure out if he really wanted to. does he want to? will I inevitably answer if/when he calls back? will he immediately recognize my voice? will I recognize his?

goes to show you what 3 & a half years can do to the brain!

Meanwhile I plug in Thou Shalt Laugh to distract myself... and it's a scratched dvd, skipping about like a school girl in pigtails! *nodding* oh yeah, mock me now folks. enjoy!

this shot was taken, about an hour later, after helping Jonathan put his groceries away, scooting him down to his room, and getting back in the car for an impromptu/private photo session... trying to prove my point (uber red lipstick, not for me... and blotting is intuitive/necessary)
In the car, in the dark driveway (no lights out there, nada!), with a flashlight, the dome light, and lots of incurred blindness from the camera flashing. I pray none of the guy's randomly got home without my noticing... saw me flashing away with bright red lips... and simply confirmed I'm weirder than they first suspected!

so there you have it: my non-symmetrical lips, in Electric Valentine *shaking head in own dismay*