Okay, not two....closer to 13. One of my co-workers and very good friends started her new job on Tuesday. She was actually hired on by the company my old manager transferred to a few months ago. So, now it is rather quiet here at the workplace.
My birthday came and went. It was nice. My roommates took me out to dinner (Red Robin!) and a movie (Spanglish) Incidentally Rachel, if you had told me about a certain scene in the movie, I would have hesitated in taking my straight edge RELIEF SOCIETY PRESIDENT roommate! Overall, the movie was okay. Not what I thought it was about at all.
Anyway.. the other day I was driving home from work, when I had a rather unpleasant epiphany. I glanced into my rearview mirror and noticed that I looked tired. Then it hit me. I wasn't tired...those were wrinkles. THEN, I started thinking about all the recent photos that were taken over the Christmas break (my mom is a scrapbooking fanatic) and recalled how tired I looked in each of them. I am not tired. I have wrinkles.
Why is it that those little laugh wrinkles look so cute on guys, but just make me look tired? *GRUMBLE*