How to train your....

Ladies and gentlemen, I last night was instructed how to train my dragon. It was great fun! Now, those of you who know me, may be familiar with the fact that I generally do not like children's movies. They are usually really sad near the end and usually because someone innocent, like a child or animal, suffers. That happened in this one too, but the ending was fantastic and made it all worthwhile! Not to mention that said movie featured the gorgeous voice of Mr. Gerard Butler. Beautiful. Toothless, the main dragon, reminded me of my kitty, Jasper. This is a picture of Toothless, to the right. Maybe you can't see the resemblance here, but you can see it in the movie.

Last night was also remarkable because I got to meet the boyfriends of two of my dearest friends, Bethany and Elise. Their boyfriends were lovely: Josh, charming, adorable, and quite enthralled with the lenses of the 3D glasses; Max, tall, dark, handsome. Good job, ladies. Impeccable taste!

And now I must dedicate a bit of this post to a certain person I will call J. J is a boss--the boss, really--at a place of employment of a family member of mine. Now, I visit this family member, P, at said place of employment fairly often. I feel that J does not like me. Granted, she smiles at me when I walk in, but there is a sort of evil glint in her eye.Perhaps the reason for said dislike is that I get a discount when I go there, and she regrets that I take up space in her building without paying her the full amount of money. But, dearest J, may I point out that said discount was your own idea. I merely take full advantage of it.

My latest grievance concerning J happened recently. I visited her establishment and was waited on by L, a sweet girl, about my age, married, and going to the same school as I. So I try tip her well. Try being the operative word. But L and I play this game in which I tip her, and she gives me the tip back, and then I attempt to give it back again. Today, we began the game. She gave me the tip back, so I slipped the money into an Express pamphlet that L had been admiring, and, as I leave, tell P to give it to her before she leaves. P turns to J, who was standing next to him, and says something. I overhear, as I am walking out the door, J say severely to him, "No, don't play games. If she doesn't want the money, don't try to give it back to her."

Don't play games? Ah. Of course. Because, really, why should work be fun? And why should a waitress get her tips, for that matter? And why should I try to be nice? J, darling, here is a tip for you: watch How to Train Your Dragon. Perhaps it will instill some fun into your life.