So I think I have a problem.
Bosco has a shoe fetish.
These two pictures were taken about three minutes apart. I guess he was done with sandals and it was time to move on to flats. I can't leave any type of footwear on the floor because he will find a way to lay on them. He's also fat so sometimes this messes with the shape of the shoe. I suppose there are worse fetishes my cat could have.
Last night I went to a restaurant on the South Shore called Alma Nove. It's run by Paul Wahlberg, yes that Wahlberg family. Sadly there were no sightings of Marky Mark or the Funky Bunch. I had the beet salad and it was delicious. I'm picky about my beet salad and I suppose now's the time to admit to you all that I love my beets. True story!
My date was a young gentleman who has great taste in music and knows how to shoot a gun. He does not like to hunt animals though. Two points for the young gentleman! In all seriousness he's really very sweet and treats me like a lady. He's a few years younger than me but seems to have a good head on his shoulders. He'll be 24 before I'm 28 which is important to me for no good reason. Also! He has the hair that I like. I'm a sucker for a dude with a nice head of hair. I'm not going to lie, it's just the way it is.
He showed me around the beach area and we had a drink overlooking the water with a fire pit. We made fun of the music that was being played (no more Train please. I don't care if Meet Virginia is on). I wanted to take some pictures of the view for the blog but I thought that would be rude during a date. I did manage to send out one tweet. Bad Ginny, I know. He was in the bathroom though when I tweeted. I'm not that rude. Social media has taken over my life.
I got home around 1 a.m. That's way past my bed time on a work night but I was having a good time. Now all I want to do is stuff my face full of carbs. Ahhhh starchy goodness! I crave carbs when I'm tired. It's horrible. I'll probably be eating all day. This is my brain on tired. Tomorrow is Friday so let's perk up around here.
