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Tonight I shared a spicy dinner (spicy convo and spicy Thai food -- ooh, BUST!) with Michelle and her bf Tim. There was literally nothing to be nervous about. Except that, like, I basically only know Michelle through her blog. Mostly. I fully anticipated that it would be like when she met Ken Jennings. Or like an awkward first date that was a blind date but you knew the guys name so you looked him up on facebook so not only do you know that he works at a burrito joint but he also likes the Red Hot Chili Peppers. GREAT. Now you have nothing to talk about.

Luckily, we did not have this problem. So, you know, phew.

But THEN there's the issue of blogging about it. What if the event was absolutely life changing and caused a ton of epiphs for you. So, naturally you're gonna go home and blog about it.

But what if it didn't matter to her/you're just a dot on her radar/she'll forget by tomorrow that you even existed. And she doesn't even mention it in her blog.

I mean, you never know... It's not like I'm letting this affect me. Because I'm blogging about it now anyways. BUT WHAT IF??!?!?

Good thing I don't over-analyze things. Ever.

Erm, anyways.

Today Alexander (my 3 1/2 year old) told me all about the tortoises that live on the Galapagos Islands. Except he called them the "dordises dat wiv on de Molappamos Ilan." Apparently there are a lot of them. I told him that Alison (my friend, not their mom) studied on the Galapagos Islands and he told me that I was silly because "she's not a tortoise or a bird or a sea lion or a shark or a iguana or a fish so she didn't live there. Because only those animals live there."

My bad, Alexander. My bad.

[Except I'm actually really awkward because I definitely linked to her journal not once but twice. I should probably get a life.]