let's play hardball

Counting down to "Lost" time, y'all. To live blog or not to live blog?

(Much love to KB.)

The Veep and I exchanged cell phone numbers today. He initiated the exchange, of course. We had a twenty-minute discussion after work about where I'm headed in the company. He gently discouraged me from beginning a doctoral program in the relatively near future, as he says (and I quote!), "You are definitely going places here. I give it six months: you won't be sitting where you're sitting now."

It sounded a lot less dirty when he said it, though. Don't worry.

(Oh, and I wasn't really thinking of getting a doctorate anytime soon. I just casually mentioned that it's something I might pursue in the future.)

We also discussed such thrilling topics as how fast we can run on the treadmill, his suave phone voice, and my love/hate relationship with public transportation. He said (and I quote!) "We need to get you a car."

Um, yes, Veep. We do.

Finally, my horoscope:

Money issues can either be very good or quite difficult during the next weeks, but either way, you want to spend to have fun. Just remember that what you can spend may necessarily limit what you are able to do.

Oh, hell no. Ain't gonna be no limits on nothin' -- not when KB and SM are flying into town in a week to spend days of debauchery with me, Scarny, and KM for the big birthday bash.

Charge it!