Fill in the Blank: Sarah is______ (psst..."awesome")

Apparently, I haven't been blogging enough. Well, people, do you remember how many times I've touted my own virtues? Have I not made it clear yet how very, very busy and important I am? How incredibly awesome I remain? Do you think that I just have hours and hours in my day to entertain you? I mean, I have things to do, namely, being awesome and not a little amazing. I also have laundry. And a dog. Seriously, the world can't really handle all my awesomeness, let alone myself. I have to schedule and prioritize. I don't have all hours in the day to not only remind my co-workers and friends how great I am, let alone you people who have nothing better to do than to read my drivel. I am...

...bored with myself. I'll stop now.

So today Lisa and I decided to brave the still unshoveled sidewalks and head over to Cafe Brioso for lunch (it was delicious...thanks for asking). On our way back we were (naturally) hit on by a stranger, who thought it was appropriate to start a conversation with us on the corner of High and Long, regardless of the fact that we were trying very hard to pretend to ignore him. After the light changed, we continued on our way, leaving him with our two extremely fake laughs and "please don't ever speak to us again" smiles.

We walked the next block talking ethics (yes, for real) and came up to High and Spring, and noticed that our little lighted "WALK" had been replaced with a flashing red "DON'T WALK", which we all know means, "CONTINUE WALKING, BUT A LITTLE FASTER NOW, WITH A RANDOM SKIP HERE AND THERE LIKE YOU HAVE TOURETTES". We were right at the opposite side when we heard traffic start up, and then the sound of feet pounding the pavement. I turned just in time to see our "friend" running pell-mell to beat the rush, and then, instead of braving the pile of hardened slush and grit like the rest of us normal people do, he decided it'd be a great idea to jump the arctic heap. He landed on the other side smack into the middle of a puddle...which I was standing next to.

You know, I was kind of considering dating his forty-year-old ass, but he ruined it then. He also ruined my pants, which I enjoyed almost as much as the time I had explosive diarrhea and profuse vomiting SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Okay. Off to do more of the awesome.