I don't get out very much because I'm pretty damned anti-social, and I generally don't want to be bothered.
It takes a lot of convincing to get me off of my duff to do something outside the house.
Last night, for example, I knew with a high degree of certainty that I wouldn't be cooking dinner. So I realized that unless we would be satiated with Frosted Flakes for dinner, we'd have to go out.
I called Scott and told him as much.
Ten minutes later I sent him an email saying "never mind--don't feel like it."
Ten minutes later my stomach was growling and I called him to complain that I was hungry and "why aren't you here yet?"
Once I get where I'm going, it's usually not so bad. If someone can get me out of the house to go bowling or to Chuck E. Cheese, I'd be surprised if I didn't put up a fight...though I am in the mood for Skee-ball.
No I'm not.
Posted by Tiffany at April 1, 2005 05:09 PM