I was almost 2 hours late for work this morning. Officially the reason was car trouble. Unofficially, I was getting Pearl Jam tickets.
Yeah, Pearl Jam. Maybe not big news for you but Ally and I are going to rock out like it's 1997. My brother was so confused by our excitement at getting tickets. He kept asking who the heck Pro Jam was.
Today was my first family gathering since the "we know and now you know that we know so let's move on" outing. Everything went smoothly. Thankfully, the only Aunt that's not okay with the gay lives in Texas. As far as I'm concerned, she can stay there.
I've come down with another cold. I swear working at a call centre is worse then working at an elementary school when it comes to contracting viruses. So many computers, so many phones, so many sneezes. If I didn't Purell at regular intervals I might be dead.
My sleepy sinus medication is starting to kick in.
Nicole
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