I have officially crossed over from home sick to insane. Mark and I were eating lunch at the Coffee Pot today when he pointed out that the guy next to us was wearing a Louisville Cardinals shirt. This poor man was having a quiet lunch with his wife and small daughter. When I realized what was on the shirt I starting yelling "Are you from Louisville? We just moved here from there last week."

Then I proceeded to ask him about 50 personal questions. When he said his dad lived on Woodlawn and they had visited there last week, I started rambling about how that was only a few miles from where we had lived. I was acting like a mad woman. The guy looked startled and the wife picked up the little girl and went out the front door. When the guy started to walk away I said "Here's my business card, stop by and see me sometime." He politely took it from me but had that look that said "No way psycho."

Poor Mark was so embarrassed he began to look for a way to sneak out the restaurant's back door. Boy do I need to get a grip.