Wednesday, May 17, 2006


Monday morning I came in to work feeling really refreshed and floaty, like I was on Cloud 9. (Please excuse the cheesy reference.) After last week’s unforgettable date and my weekend at the beach, nothing could get me down. I woke up at the first sound of my alarm instead of the usual 9-10 snooze button pushes. Traffic wasn’t getting me riled up, and even when I got on the elevator full of people that stopped on every floor until mine (the 9th), I still didn’t twitch.

My officemate spoke to me twice before I noticed. After a bit of casual chit chat, she looked at me and said,

“You’re twitterpated.”

I couldn’t place the word, but it’s the cutest thing ever. Remember Bambi? When all the animals are frolicking about, and spring is in the air and they’re all in love? Thumper says they’re all twitterpated. That just makes me even more giddy.

It’s been entirely too long since I’ve felt this way. I don’t care if I’m walking around with a silly grin on my face or if I run into things because I’m daydreaming. I’m milking this for what’s it worth.

And I hope its worth something.


Michelle Sanders said...

Ali said "twitterpated"?! How weird. Hey, I'm all for you feeling all mushy inside and all but being 6 months pregnant, can we not make comments about "milking" anything. Thank you.

randommoments said...

Lol, okay, I almost shot Diet Dr. Pepper out my nose reading that one.

djmetronome said...

Oh my god...I realize this may be the cheesiest thing ever...but I fucking love the term "twitterpated"...when I was young my "stuffed-animal best friend" was a thumper doll.

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