I used to have a friend, I guess you could call him that? But for some reason, things just fell to the wayside after he started dating some girl. We just stopped talking. Common occurrence, and it was fine with me. We weren't super close friends or anything like that, but we had hung out and MSNed a lot. Fast forward maybe a year and a half? Two years? I found out he married the girl, so I sent him a congratulatory e-mail, and just started off with the usual (and somewhat rhetorical) question of "how are you?"

To my surprise, he replied, but all he said was, "I am fine, thanks!" And that was it. Was there even a point to replying to my email?

*eyes roll* 

Last night, Mr. Nick and I went to the PNE with his friend and her new guy. The PNE's an annual fair we have here with lots of fair food, animal stuff (yay, pig races!), performances, and the "show mart." My favourite part is the Show Mart. I usually buy something. One year, it was the Sweepa. Last night I was almost tempted to buy a mop. I did pick up some of my natural laundry soda though. It's a lot cheaper than buying it in the department store.

And I ate fair food. I felt so sick last night. And I still feel sick. Doing 35 minutes of cardio was tough!!

One thing I haven't admitted too often is my mild jealousy with this friend. I know nothing has or ever will happen, and the two of them are really close. But I guess it's their closeness that gives me those pangs. "Why are they touching?!!?!?" "Does he always tell her he loves her????" Those kind of things, you know.