Show A Little Restraint, Wontcha?

(Above: cute lizard ballon that illustrates absolutely no purpose)

Today went from weird to unbelievable.

It started out weird at the fact that I got to work on time. Ok, not just on time- but a whole hour early (to work on a project).

The following hour brought some more excitement. There is something very ungraceful and downright hilarious about being part of 500+ employees clumsily evacuating a six story building voicing exuberant annoyance. Due to an air pressure issue with the elevators, the fire alarm had gone off. Random heavy air gusts leaking from the elevator shaft left the deserted hallways looking like a post-tornado zone. Flash back to the movie Twister....

By 5:00 I manage to still have a pulse.

We get to BF's house to discover his mom in a panic over a conversation with the county sheriff's office. Apparently, there is a restraining order against BF. I begin to image that BF might have multiple secret relationships with angry and abused women, that he is the unidentified bank robber on the run, or _____ (hmmm, I really can't think of anything bad BF would do- except to eat a hot dog from a street vendor- nasty...).

After confessing to his mom about his days as a high profile drug dealer responsible for an underground network of inpenetrable drug rings and about his lucrative Russian mail-order bride business between Canada and the US-- his mom finds no clarity and little comfort in his jokes.

Remaining puzzled, BF and I did what anyone faced with this situation would do, we went for a run in the nearby wetlands. It was soooo beautiful. I now have a new favorite running trail.

Later that evening, coming face to face with a gun-slinging law enforcement officer, BF bravely stands his ground to demand an explanation. Somehow, there is a man nearby with the same name as BF- but spelled differently. We will be foreverthankful that BF's parents decided to spell his uni-sex name the girly way.