Someone threw away Zuzu's petals

Some guy whom I can barely understand has called my more or less defunct pay-as-you-go cell phone and left 3 voice mail messages in the past week or so. In one of them he says, Well, anyway ... I love you. At one point it almost sounds like he's saying he's calling from Las Vegas, but it's a local area code. I can't understand the person, he sounds like he's high or drunk, and my voice mail for that phone should still include my personal greeting where I give my name, although it almost sounds like he says, "Hey, Nic," at the beginning, so ... no idea, and I have no interest in calling him back to figure out who it is. I hope the story is that some girl is trying to get rid of him so she gave him some random number that just happens to be mine. You go girl! It would be an absolute pain in the ass if I come to find out it's an ex of mine that still has that number or something, but the number isn't stored in the phone. *shrugs*

I got a bouquet of flowers at work for my birthday, and I've watched as one of the flowers just falls apart after about a week. For a test I decided to keep all the flower petals on a paper towel in the kitchen. Sure enough, they have been "disappeared" by the cleaning crew over the weekend. Really? I have been watching for the past year as our plastic drinking cups from Dickey's and Fuzzy's Tacos have also magically disappeared over the weekends. But flower petals? Did they not once think that maybe I was saving those for a particular reason? I wasn't, but it was still a fun little test.

There's thunderstorms going on over in Dallas, and none over here, and I'm moody and angry that they won't come my way.

Hello Monday.