My "weirdo" status was solidified over the weekend. Here's how it went down...
Our neighbors, who we have had maybe three real conversations with in the last 2 years they've lived in our hood, came over this weekend. We were all having a fine and dandy time until it was pretty obvious that they were talking to a psychopath. They were telling us about their wedding, when I gladly interrupted with every single detail about it. The date (9.10.11), the flowers, the fact they didn't go on a honeymoon. Mind you, we weren't even invited to their wedding...I just have crazy-mad ob skills. Okay, truthfully, I didn't mean to spy. I just take notice when a giant shipment of sunflowers lands on my neighbors front door. And how can I forget that it happened two days before 9.10.11? And when someone doesn't leave town after their suspected "wedding", it means they didn't go on a honeymoon! Yep. Weirdo. I'm pretty sure that's the last time they voluntarily come over.
Seriously. I've got to get rid of my super-observant spy skill or more people than just Tim (and the majority of my friends) are going to think I am really weird.
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