Me and my man went to Denny's (we really can't afford it but went there anyway lol). I had to blow my nose as we were leaving, so as I schnrrked into my napkin and look up, and find myself making eye contact, mid-nose-wipe, with a really cute Indian guy.

*dies*
My husband sympathized when I told him of my humiliation.

So this morning, I wake up, wander around the apartment for awhile, and then eventually plop my butt on the computer. Note I am wearing not-much-clothing, because I don't bother wearing very covering-up pajamas when I'm not expecting anyone to be here in the morning.
And suddenly, I hear keys in the door. I am confused. Nobody has the keys to my apartment except me and my man, who is snoozing away in the bedroom. In my shameful nakedness (relatively speaking), i manage to flee into the bathroom before the mysterious intruder spies me.
There, on the cold tile floor, I huddle, weeping and confused. Is it not customary to at least knock before letting yourself into someone's apartment? Who was this stranger and why had he come?
Eventually, I escape the bathroom and slip into the bedroom, where I awaken my man and tell him of this horrific morning encounter with the unknown.
So he went and talked to the apartment people, and it turns out that it was just some confused maintenance guy. I am not comforted.

Later my man bought us a new futon frame (the old one broke a leg off and the metal things holding on the mattress broke off too), and he and his co-worker appear and leave the futon in a box on the floor.
I was going to start to assemble it, but then my sister came over and we went swimming and then went to her house for pot roast.
Then my siblings and I went for a drive. It was rainy.