Of course, since my postman is a moron, and so I get everything sent to my dad's office (it's around the corner from my house), somebody stupid in my dad's office (no, I don't know who...but since the secretaries are denying it, I'm betting it was him!) opened it and read it (thinking it was for my dad) before I got to it. Which explained the phone call I got. Well, made. Well, you'll see.
Me, calling my dad's office after noticing that I'd missed a call from there: "Hi, it's Barrie." (My dad works in a tiny office.)
My dad's secretary: "Hi Barrie. I have a letter here for you, from the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation, about Christopher Meloni--"
Me, cutting her off: "Woohoo!"
Dad's secretary, a little confused: "Christopher Meloni the actor?"
Me, flying: "Yeah--"
Dad's secretary, more confused: "Did he die?"
Me, laughing-but-shocked: "No!
Dad's secretary: "So...."
Me, all in one breath: "Ok, see, I'm like, completely obsessed with Christopher Meloni, and I go to this place online where all the OTHER people in the world who are completely obsessed with him hang out, and we wanted to do something for his birthday on April 2nd, and apparently it's a tradition there to give money to a cause that he supports, in his honor, so a bunch of people including myself all gave money to the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation in his name, and so now I got a card form them thanking me for my donation!"
I then proceeded to have a 10 minute conversation with her about various movie stars, the hotness thereof, and real-life-relationships vs movie-star-crushes. I'd be worried my dad would find out, but apparently he didn't need her during that time, and if he ever figures out how to read this, he'll be dead of a heart attack from surprise at his computer abilities before he can yell at either of us! (And if he ever does figure out how to read this and doesn't have a heart attack at the discovery that he can do that, his secretary and I will, so we won't have to worry about the goofing off thing, and I won't have to worry about making fun of his computer skills!)
Oh, darn! I forgot to wish her a Happy Secretary's Day! Poo.
On a completely other note, I then picked up the letter on my way to...boot shopping. In New Jersey. With Elissa and Alan. Yeah, Alan. THE Alan. No, honestly, I don't know why, but it was fun. And I got new boots, and nice, warm, yummy, happy, LAVENDER (see, I can be girly...occasionally) suede-and-sheepswool slippers. No more using blue rubber pool shoes as slippers! *bounces some more*
And, also, in general, happy news: I'm feeling better. In only, like, two days, I went from sleeping 20 hours a day to being awake for 16 hours. Go me! :-) Anyway, thus the bouncing. It's nice just to HAVE enough energy to bounce again. "The wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things; their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs...." Yeah, Josh, I KNOW what you thought I was going to say. You have a filthy, filthy mind! ;-)
In any case, it's time for bed now, since the sun will be coming up in *checks* one hour and three minutes. So, goodnight all. :-)