Friendly Conversations

I was talking to Annie last night:

Annie: I don't know if it's because I'm getting old or if it's because I've gained a little weight but I hate jeans.

Me: Oh. My. God. I totally know what you're talking about.

Annie: I went out to dinner with Josh last night and I couldn't wait to get home to put on my yoga pants.

Me: I think it's all socially acceptable pants I hate, all I wear is slacks at work and I immediately put my sweats on when I get home.

Annie: All I ever want to wear is yoga pants, all day every day.

Me: I really don't know why we can't?

Annie: Yoga Pants...

Me: I know.

Yet I see teenagers in the grocery store wearing pajamas and slippers and I hate them, maybe I'm just jealous.

Even this post depresses me.

I’ve been depressed lately, probably because I’ve been too busy and whenever I go out to have fun it’s a let down. Most of August I was house sitting,. I didn’t get to see much of my friends, and when I did it was pretty much me being all sober and them not. Which most people can tell you is not a ton of fun. Some fun things happened:

I went to a Hootie concert, you know that Darius Rucker guy. It was very fun.

I baby-sat my 4 year old (5 years old today) nephew for 30hrs straight. That was good birth control.

I went out on the boat a couple times. Got a warning ticket even tough I wasn’t driving and didn’t own the boat.

I went to the Ellensburg rodeo, didn’t see the rodeo but I went. That’s a whole ‘nother story.

Mostly I’ve spent a lot of time all by myself with various animals. Watching crappy reality TV and reading romance novels. The books are probably what is throwing me down this dark hole. I really shouldn’t read them anymore but they’re so easy and I’m bored. I need a vacation. Something to look forward to. Anything.