It's not a Wordless Wednesday...

I was going to just post a great picture I took of my cousin a few years ago and call it a wordless wednesday. But then something happened. Now I must speak. 

I went into the bathroom at work and Julie was already in there moisturizing herself in front of the mirror. Not weird yet I guess. But then... she started talking to me. I was in the stall going pee and she started talking to me. Asking me how things were going in editorial today... telling me that she was bored and reading a book today... informing me that she would much rather be at home gardening than sitting at her desk at work reading a book. 

To some this may not be weird... BUT I FREAKED OUT. Don't talk to me while I am peeing. That is supposed to me my own special time to myself. I've never been the type of girl to get up from a group thing and tell the girls "I need to go to the little girls room" so that they will all follow. That's just not me. I can pee alone, garsh darn it. 

But then I sit back and think about it. While in college, me and the Mandy's were pretty much glued to each other's hips at times. We always went to the bathroom at the same time. Our biological clocks were TOTALLY in sync. So why did Julie's talking to me freak me out? 

mmmmm????? Weird.