Ring-A-Ding...Ding

When someone calls me, if I hear my phone ring, and if I recognize the number, and if I decide not to answer it, and if I see that I have a voice mail from one of my friends, and if i'm at work and decide to listen to it, saying very solemly "Call me back when you can" is a great way to make me think something bad has happened and get me to call you back. Soon.

When Frisk answered, and I asked her what had happened, she just said. "I got engaged. I'm engaged. I have a ring on my finger."

Sigh. This was not an emergency. This was a ploy from someone who knows me waaayyyy too well to get me to call her back. I feel so used.

So Frisk and Aaron are engaged. I think I'm having a harder time adjusting than they are.

While I am very happy for my friend, I am not thrilled about being old enough to have a married friend. A close married friend. But other than that, it's good times.

Do I have enough time to lose 90-120 lbs.? And possibly have some botox...