Um... I was... at the grocery store when that happened actually. For me an exciting day is grocery day. My husband's a homebody, and I don't really know anyone around here other than his military co-workers (whom he avoids, because one of his sargents took a look at one of the most unflattering pictures I've ever seen of myself - Phill has a tendency to think he's an awesome photographer, and snaps his camera like when you're blowing your nose or coughing or something - said I looked like a fat, white, colorful cow and was too ugly for him) and yeaaah... Social life? What's that? Oh wait, that's when I have a pot of hot cocoa/coffee or tea when I sit down to talk online, right?

I'm just a loudmouthed, over the top, fluffy ball of color out in public, and usually strike up conversations with anyone. People here in the States seem to think that's weird.... I really need to get back to Spain. Aieee patatas con fritas and where's my churros? :pouts: