It seems like some time, between DRAMA!!!!'s birthday on 28th May, when I finally pulled my act together and introduced myself to his fiancée (I was very nice, if a little post-Pack Holiday shattered), and today, she has unfriended me on Facebook.  And removed almost everything I wrote on her wall.  I thought I was insecure, but this is rather ridiculous.  Apparently, being pretty, petite, slim, blonde, engaged, a graduate of both Duke and Johns Hopkins therefore highly intelligent, great fun (otherwise DRAMA!!!! wouldn't be wanting to marry her) and an Associate at the sort of company that has Associates is not proof against insecurity. 

I find it terribly funny.  If a little alarming: that someone so outwardly successful finds me some sort of threat.  And that someone ostensibly so successful is insecure.  What hope for the rest of us?

In other news: look what I've beeng growing in the office.   Grass from a supplier (not sure whom, still).  It arrived in a little tin, in a slightly bigger box.  Just add water, and watch it grow in a slightly manic manner.  These photos were both taken today.  I am somewhat enchanted, still, by the whole concept.

And Dad's gloves.  Which need a button.  I also need to put a button on one of my shirts.  I am not keen on sewing on buttons.  I mended my flatmate's cardigan last night, rather than sew on buttons.

Button being to hold down the random extra fold-over-finger, natch.

xxx