Just like Jessie J. Do it like a dude.

In preparation for the new job I start tomorrow, I had to go have my fingerprints made at the sheriff's department. The fingerprint office shares a space with the handgun licensing bureau. There were all sorts of interesting people in there. ALL SORTS.

While sitting there waiting my turn, I happened to notice an inordinate amount of crotch grabbing going on. I guess I'm normally not around so many males in one space. Males who feel the need to adjust. In public.

Now I understand the need to, ahem, rearrange the stuff that's down there. But come on. Is it really necessary to grab it THAT much? You're not even playing baseball (or randomly wearing baseball pants). What if girls started doing that? Just reaching down there? Now I'll admit... when my thong puts me in an awkward position, I'll find a discreet corner and adjust. My former employees, I'm sad to say, were all too familiar with this display. Unfortunately enough for them.

But in public? In front of gawd and everyone? Like 6 times in 2 minutes? (Yep, I timed and counted.) Really? I don't get it. You're standing relatively still for that 2.5 minutes. That package down there isn't jostling around. It's not being moved around due to walking. You're not sitting and standing frequently. You're not playing baseball. You're just standing there. What is there to adjust?

I just don't get it.

Wings.

Bob and I had a date last night. Dinner and a mooovie. We saw Snow White and the Huntsman. It was, um, interesting? As Bob posted on facebook last night, I like True Blood, Twilight, and The Hunger Games, but I thought Snow White was a bit far-fetched. I know. When you word it like that, it does sound silly. But basically, I didn't enjoy Snow White. It was okay, but not a movie I'll ever watch again. It just didn't seem natural. The funny parts and quotes didn't fit where they put them. It seemed forced. The whole movie seemed forced. I'll even go so far as to say most things with Kristen Stewart seem forced. And yes, I'm still a Twilight fan. Jacob is hot.

After the mooovie, we went to our local bar. And by local, I mean it's 220 yards away from our house. Per Bob's golf range finder. This bar happens to be a wing joint. I typically get boneless wings, because I can't stand eating wings with bones. They're too messy. Part of the problem of going to a wing joint, even if I don't eat the wings, is that I have to see everyone else eating bony wings.

I've decided. There's nothing nastier than watching a big fat man suck on a chicken bone. Omg. Bleh.