Bossy Face
I woke up irritable this morning. But then I made some tube food (cinnamon rolls today) and drank some black tea and felt better. Poor Andreas, he does deal with me in some fracked up moods. Here is me this morning:

Andreas: “Good morning, Sleepy!”
Ariel [still in bed]: “mrrmph! Would you please help me wash the dishes?”
He [agreeably]: “Ok!” [sound of water in the sink.]
Me [gets out of bed, goes to get dressed. finds wet towel on clothing]: “GET THIS AWAY FROM ME!!” [throws towel across the room, glares at Andreas because he knows that wet towels laying around the house are a pet peeve of mine]
He: “Did you want some tea, love?” [smiling, thankfully amused by my fit.]

Upon checking the site statistics this morning, I saw that someone from Jcrew.com spent an hour and a half on this page. Am I going to get discovered? Maybe they’ll like my blog so much that they’ll send me a box of free shirts in Dune Hill, Discontented Cirrus, and Grass Stain colors. [*Laughs at own joke, even though it's from 1992.*]

This morning I’m working on some copywriting for Smarty Pants Communication. Anyone ever heard of “Buckle“? I’m writing some copy for their spring jeans ad campaign. I’ve never heard of Buckle, probably because their only stores in Washington are in eWa. Field trip to Yakima, anyone? (My mother’s hometown, actually. Her summer job was picking hops.)

In other news, Andreas in leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow to go visit Dot! They’re both excited, and I’m sure they’re going to have a fantastic time. I’m dropping him off at the airport and then meeting up with Molly.

On a different note, can I comment on my friend Travis’ uncanny ability to see the truth long before I do? Alright, a little background first: Andreas got on my case a couple weeks ago for asking him to do things I could easily do. It was true. We’d be in the car, and my wallet would be on the dashboard in front of him, but easily reachable by me. As we exited the car, I’d say “Andreas, could you grab my wallet?”

Andreas would say “Ariel, it’s right in front of you–reach out your arm and see.” Always kind, but still giving me shit for being a bossy face (which I am).

So, Travis called last week to make sure we’d lived through the earthquake, and we got to chatting about other things. He asks how I’m adapting to life after Lotus, and I explain that I’m doing relatively well. He then asks the kicker:

“How is Andreas adapting to you not having a staff of 60 to boss around any more?” I haven’t seen Travis is four months, and yet somehow he still manages to hit the nail on the head. I hadn’t thought of the correlation, but now I see.