For those of you that don't know yet, Joe proposed to me on Valentine's Day. Of course, I accepted and was in pre-wedding bliss until the next day. OH, what happened? Two small words dear friend, it's called, "Identity Theft." But no worries, it took about a week for me to contact all the banks and credit bureaus that I needed so I think that I have my bases covered now.
So now I'm hanging out with Benson in Tampa. It's been fun. It's good to see my family and work at the store again. Though, I tend to forget how culturally ignorant some people in the South can be. For instance, about an hour ago, a man walked into the store demanding to know what kind of food we sold at the "Thai Market." I replied, "We sell Thai food, sir," trying to be as nice as possible about it. Not all people get out of the country or study atlases so who am I to judge. Anyways, he looks at me like I'm insane and goes, "I don't know what you're talking about," staring at ME like I'm the crazy one. "Is it Chinese?" Anyways, this banter went on for a few minutes and this was when it hit me, I'm home.
