I got asked out the other day. Now, in my heyday, this wouldn’t have been odd at all but having been married the last two years, I haven’t been asked on that many dates so this one threw me for a loop.

My boss buzzed me in my office and asked to me run to a trademark search for a client he was meeting with. After I received the results, I walked down to the main conference room to drop them off. I knocked and was waived into the meeting.

“Mr. Client, this is my associate, Christine McLaughlin. I had her run a search for XYZ, Inc.”

We shook hands and I smiled at him, handed over the results and made to leave when he said to me, “I’d like to buy you a beer later if you want to.”

Now, I admit, I have meet men who check me out. It’s some natural male thing I don’t think they can control. But most of the time, they’ll do a discrete ring check just to see if I’m still “on the market”. Since I am a good girl, I always wear my wedding ring and I find this discourages most men from pressing. But Mr. Client, either he didn’t notice the ring or he didn’t care.

Flustered by this strange invitation, I sort of laughed and nodded and then quickly exited the room. Of course, my boss has now told everyone in the office and they now refer to him as my Beer Buddy.

The only logical explanation I can come up with is that my wedding ring isn’t big enough. I have informed Kevin that, for the sake of our marriage, I need a bigger diamond. He says he has taken it under advisement. I’m thinking this is a good sign…

Decided to call in sick yesterday and spent the day curled up on the sofa with the pooch watching reruns of NYPD Blue. All in all, it was pretty productive. I think we spent six hours on that sofa. Kevin made dinner (which I ate on the sofa) and then a real fire to warm my poor sick bones. Sometimes, the reasons I married him are so wonderfully clear. He tried to take the day off too but got sucked back into work. But I give him points for trying.

On the home front, we just purchased a chest freezer. It is so cool. Kevin hauled it down to the basement and plugged it in yesterday and then we hit CostCo. Only this time, there were no limits. You see, our usual CostCo shopping trips were battles of necessity vs. reality. Sure, we needed more chicken but buying the 20lb bag meant it would sit in our freezer eating up valuable ice-cream space for the next three months. Same for the SuperPretzels, double bags of bread, and frozen taquitos. There were only so may items we could fit in our freezer and it was an agonizing choice between the potstickers or the bratwurst. Now, there were no limits. We piled up on frozen items – 24 cans of concentrate orange juice, 3 packs of breakfast sausages, and double bags of fresh ravioli. Lugged it home, divided into serving sizes, popped two in the freezer and the rest settled into the chest in the basement. It’s wonderful. I so highly recommend a freezer chest. Now, at last, there will be ice cream harmony in our house. Kevin can get his super chocolate with nuts, I can have my vanilla with caramel, and no one will be injured opening the freezer and being pummeled by 20lbs of frozen chicken.

Of course, the receipt total was astronomical but hey, 20 King Sized pretzels for $9.99??? How can you expect me to pass something like that up??

The wedding was wonderful fun but I think I over exerted myself with a little too much wine and dance and am now paying the price with a cold that is slowly sneaking in. I felt achy and stuffed up on Sunday so I retreated to my favorite place (the sofa) with my favorite dog (Artie) and my all-time movie (Pride and Prejudice). Now, this isn’t any palsy two hour remake. Oh no, this is the A&E mini-series, all SIX hours. I love this version and whenever I’m sick or feeling out of sorts, I pop it in an waste away the entire afternoon mooning after Mr. Darcy, cheering on Lizzy and gnashing my teeth at that awful Mr. Wickum. I think I’m a romantic at heart. Kevin has learned that when I feel icky it’s best to tuck me into the sofa, put the remote within easy reach, and silently disappear for a while. I could vaguely hear him yelling at the computer but all it took was a small volume adjustment and everything was much better.

I must admit that after watching the series, I found myself with a strong desire to rent Bridget Jones’ Diary just to get another peek at Collin Firth. I admit, I’m a sucker for the dark misunderstood/silent type. But can you blame me?

I gave Dan & Suzy “The Pitch” this weekend. Kevin has stated that if they will name their child Kevin (or Kevina if it’s a girl) then he will pay for his namesake’s college education and, if the child majors in Engineering, he will buy him/her a car upon graduation. What a deal!!! Strangely enough, neither Suzy nor Dan were wildly excited by this offer. They especially seemed to balk at the name Kevina for reasons unknown to me.

If we can’t get the first name, Kevin wants to be allowed to select the middle name. Right now, he’s leaning towards Walksthru because he thinks it’d be neat to be named Kevin Walksthru Walls.

And you wonder why we have decided to stick only with dogs…

I found this article funny but it may just be me. I know that copyright humor isn’t everyone’s cup ‘o tea.

It is too beautiful to work so I’m going to devote the rest of the afternoon to surfing the Internet. Ha!

Taurus (April 20-May20):

People of all ages and both sexes can’t help but
gaze in your direction as you pass them by on the
street. You love being the center of attention, and
right now that’s a positive thing. When the Moon is
in your own Sign, heads will turn, tongues will wag
and voices will be lowered in quiet envy. There’s no
need to try to mold yourself into someone else’s
idea of what you should be.

You put on a spectacular show just by being yourself, Taurus.