it really is monday.....

1. i'll post reunion pics soon. i think it was a success overall; i didn't lose money like 5 years ago (much to kieran's elation), nor did i make money (ok, i made $22) so that makes me happy that i didn't run off with my classmates' life savings tucked away. it's still a lot of work and i don't know if i will continue to plan future reunions, but we'll see. my exhaustion seems to wear off at the halfway point and i think, "i 'kin do it"...

2. i am kind of done capitalizing my sentences on this blog (clearly). it's just easier.

3. i'm a dumbass: i had a $200 gift card for fleet feet and i used $89 of it in april and another $89 of it today. today when she swiped my gift card, i asked for my balance and she told me i had $110+change left to use. instead of thanking her and getting the F outta there, i proceeded to tell her that i had used the gift card in april and there must be some mistake. guess what? fleet feet sure did run the gift card for my april purchase. see, i am a part of a rewards program there and they were able to look up my april transaction, see i "paid" with a gift card and proceed to swipe my gift card for that purchase now 4 months later. i couldn't really protest, i had received that stuff and essentially didn't pay for it. but i thought they'd be like, "thanks for being so honest (which they did say, numerous times, like i was some kind of alien) but it was an error on us so don't worry (no such luck)" nope. i now have about 22 dollars left on my gift card. and i'm blogging about it so i can share my honesty story with all of the blog world (and, in turn, get mad props in my "comments" section)

4. on the flip side, if i had shut my mouth and noticed the balance on my receipt (it was there) when i got back to the car or home, i certainly wasn't going to drive back there to tell them of their mistake. i feel like i have to share that caveat - so you all know that my honesty has its boundaries.

5. even more awesome than my foot in mouth disease rearing it's ugly head at fleet feet: having a 2:50 pm doctor appointment at the "lady parts doctor" (just my annual check up, folks, not preggers) and waiting naked with only a crappy piece of tissue paper over my lap FOR AN HOUR because they are "short staffed." an hour naked, alone, in a florescent-lit doctor's office immediately after the nurse weighs you on the scale (and you take off your shoes because it makes SUCH A DIFFERENCE) can really cause your self esteem to nose dive. it's worse than trying on bikinis at target, trust me.