i keep trying to do a real post but we're so busy with the busy-ness and the extra busy on the side. with every new thing that happens mary says "that's another drink". and she's totally cracking me up.
the thing with the guy is weird. mary and the guy who gave me the note were talking to eachother about matt* and i felt as much like a pawn in the matchmaking scheme as i ever have. apparently he has a lot of land near bangor and is building a house there. it was exactly the conversation that might be in pride and prejudice "5000 a year, mhmm, and he danced every dance with jane and no one else would do!" but maybe that isn't fair.

these facts which we hold to be self-evident are that i have nothing to do and no reason at all not to call this guy. so, if i do that i'll totally blog about it.

i could blog about the idiocy olympics i performed in on thursday. highlights being "does the car have a sun-roof? well, not really, but sortof" "that should be a yes or no question amy" "uhh, then no". and then i closed my own hand in the door of the car. and ran around the maine mall parking lot screaming. although the swelling and the purpleness was sort of cool.

*mr. shy with the land.