Me: BTW, I went ahead and made dinner reservations for 5:00 on Saturday. Apparently, since it’s my birthday, I’ll get “a small gift.” Interesting.
Indie Boy: I’ve got a small gift for ya…in my pants! Hahaha!
Me: You know, most guys wouldn’t appreciate the use of the adjective “small” in this instance. 
IB: I got to make a penis joke, so it’s ok.
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On a side note, the program in my Droid that tries to anticipate the word you’re typing apparently didn’t come preprogrammed with the word “penis” because even when I had it fully spelled out, it was recommending other words. Tee hee.
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Also, I’ve been meaning to do a real post sometime soon. Really I will. Would I lie? Well, WOULD I??? Yeah, that’s right. I totally would wouldn’t.
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Now now, no need to be small-minded around your birthday, Kat! It wouldn’t be BIG of me if I didn’t wish you a Super Happy Birthday too, from me and from Scott, too! Also, I hope the “dance fighting” and “hopelessly trying to seem Not Gay while at a musical” at West Side Story went well for all concerned (especially the cast xD).
Scott and I went to the Big O this past weekend, but the only shows I got to see were a pair of experimental productions: “Middle Age Psych Patient Lady Whispering to Herself at the Doctor’s Office,” and in much similar vein, “Old Farts Talk Portion Sizes at The Eye Doctor’s” (originally produced under the title, “The Pizza Had too Much Cheese!”