So, Miss Kitty’s insistence that you know right away if a person is right for you is really getting to me. She came in squealing “I’m right. I’m right. I’m right” two nights ago. She explained that one of her sales reps who is in his late 40’s is head over heels in love with some woman he met a few weeks ago and they are engaged already. I’ve told her over and over again that this may be true for some people, but it probably isn’t true for me. She went on and on about this and then asked me why I was grumpy. She went upstairs to take a shower and I called my mom sobbing.

Miss Kitty pressures me to make some sort of decision about Stone. I’m having a good time with Stone. I have doubts, but I’m not at all ready to cast him aside. Especially now that I have discovered that he may very well be a really good kisser. I only caught a hint of that impression on Saturday night, but it was a strong little impression.

I got the snow day I was hoping for yesterday. It didn’t come early enough for me to stay in bed or anything, but at least I got the afternoon to myself. I made biscotti and snickerdoodles. I hoarded most of the biscotti for me and some for Stone. Miss Kitty only got a few of them. I’m a bit selfish I think.

The new hire has been here for the past couple of days. I heard enough bullshit out of him twenty minutes into yesterday morning to sustain me for a week or two. He was a volunteer fireman, a search and rescue diver, a personal friend of Oliver North and probably an astronaut, too. What the hell is he doing here? We all have to go to a training at the main office two and a half hours away on Friday. I am petrified that we will all be riding in my boss’s car. I don’t think I could handle riding in her little sporty car with his mouth going full tilt and the odors of burnt sweat wafting about. I am too chicken to ask my boss about it. My plan is to sit in back and sleep if he is along.

I can’t think of much else to say today.

Love to all.