So my social life has taken a huge uptick. First, i had the dinner with the New Friend last night. Then today I had lunch with One Of My Other 2 (Yeah, Just 2)Friends.

TWO SOCIAL EVENTS IN 24 HOURS, KELSEY?! NoooOOoo! yeah. really. The last time THAT happened easily coulda been 5 yrs ago. Or more. But I’m so cool  now. Where’s my calendar, already, because it’s too much to keep track of, and I’m feeling the slightest bit dizzy.

So, how’d dinner go, right? well. I don’t know.

Have you ever seen A Dating Story on TLC? (i know it wasn’t a date, but hang in there with me) The couple meets, goes out, and then afterwards the camera shows each person, post-date, say how it was. Inevitably, one of them will be all hyper, jumping up and down and "oooh, so great! we got along so well, i can’t wait to do it again, and ohmigosh IT WAS SO GOOD!" And the other one is more like, "Ummm… yeah, it was… ok." But that one is ONLY saying that because there’s a camera and it would be awful to really say, "She was the dumbest. chick. ever. I will never, ever go anywhere near her again. Now go away so I can call my friends and make fun of her stupid laugh."

So. I’d hate to be the one going all "oooh! Yea! Great!" just in case it really wasn’t, and i was just not picking up on the whole "you are dumb, WHY am I here?" vibes. They coulda been there. I don’t think so, but you get what i’m saying.

The answer to how was the dinner is: (reserved, calm, thoughtful) Nice. It was… nice.

Today I had lunch with a friend I’ve known for almost 10 years. We did what we always do: laugh, cry, change at least one poo diaper, talk, and eat. She is the sort to declare undying love and affection and friendship every time we speak. I love that. Maybe she’s noticed how weird and socially insecure I am and that I could really use that. Huh.

A florist called today, trying to get directions. I wasn’t home. (Due! To! Social! Life!) Anyway, I don’t know for sure it’s Mike, since I never talked to the florist, but no one else sends flowers.

Perhaps someone regretted going on a Caribbean cruise without me, leaving me home with a vomiting child, and then mailing me his dirty vacation laundry.

Perhaps this is the exact moment to put on that special tone of voice (join with me, southern sisters) and shake our heads and say "tah-cky!"

(But for the record, I didn’t think taking four kids - 2 under age 2  -on a cruise would be a good idea. Call me crazy, but it just didn’t sound fun.)