Random doesn't even start to cover it

My best friend could indeed kill me (or at least wish she could strangle me) after reading this.

You see, the past few days here in Mayberry have been a bit... haphazard.

Unsystematic.

Accidental.

Capricious.

Erratic.

Arbitrary.

Impulsive.


You get the idea.  Nothing has seemed to go on as it should.  It's like the world has turned a strange degree off on its axis and now I'm paying the price for the routine my life has been stuck in.  Why might you ask?  You'll see....

First, it was the price of gas.  It fell by a nickle and this girl did her Friday dance on a Tuesday.

Then, it was the remnants of an unexpected text message last Wednesday morning.  I was at the height of my bronchitis-induced-antibiotic-steroid-inhaler high and received a text from an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while informing me he was in town.  You see, he normally works in a city an hour and a half away and has been known to send me the ever-so-unplanned text from time to time and never respond to my response.  That makes sense, right?  Perhaps that's one reason we aren't better friends. 

Anywho, we went to lunch and whatnot and as we were catching up, he tells me about a date he blew and I told him about the most recent code names.  As soon as I refer to another guy as "Slick" he looks bewildered and says "You dated a guy named Slick?" No, no, no. Then I had no choice but to let him in on my top secret naming process of guys who spark my interest.  Although that's probably not top secret anymore since I put it on the internet, but that's alright as long as I leave real names out of it.  And telling him about it might not have been the brightest idea, because he looks at me and smiles with his dancing brown eyes and says "What's my code name?" Like I'd tell him his name even if he did have one!

Moving on to more random fun was a Christmas party Thursday night that I almost didn't get to go to. You see, my grandfather (who will be 92 in six weeks) had a fall so I was on the way to the ER instead of happy hour.  Come to think of it, that might have been a good thing.  But on a bright note, his hip isn't broken as originally believed.  Again, I did the Friday dance on an undesignated day.

Then Friday rolled around - this meant dinner after work with my family at a restaurant a few miles outside of town.  We had so many people, we ended up having two tables and sharing their party room with one business' Christmas party. However, when my nephew's diaper needed changed, I had to go back to the main restaurant's bathroom since it was the only one with a baby station.  And wouldn't you know that in this one night in this one restaurant I ran in to three of the code names. 

Yep, this girl DEFINITELY needs to get out of this town.