Drink Up

Tonight I sat in my apartment and pondered the meaning of life. Just kidding. I watched as my roommate wrapped a gift for her boyfriend in crumpled red paper, and I attempted to explain my current status as an ever-happy single girl. Please believe me when I say that I'm so happy. This isn't even something I have to convince myself to believe; I feel it each morning as I anticipate what funny phrases or absurd experiences I'll have. Today's highlights include:

• Watching fifth-grade boys dance to Usher's "Caught Up." Absolutely hilarious.
• Hearing a first-grader say, "I'm questioning: where did I come from? who made me?" and watching her classmates all respond, "God!" Out of the mouths of babes.
• Going to my other job--the one with smart people--and having my boss tell me that I have a post-it note stuck to my butt. It gets better. The sticky note definitely said "Have some!" on it.

In the midst of the wrapping-paper conversation, I mentioned to Carissa that my relations with boys extend just as far as my supposed talents are concerned. In a one-week span, two of my really good guy friends proposed the idea of having me as the lead female vocals in their imaginary bands. Ha. I don't think I sing well enough to be backup, let alone the lead vocals in a "She & Him" cover band. Then, last night, Kade told me that we need to design our own television show for HGTV. Sure, wandering around Home Depot usually brings out the home decorator in all of us, but I don't find my taste in window coverings to be anything inspired. Whatever. Alas, at the moment I'm nobody's girlfriend, but I'm both a musician and a designer. Take that.