Did you get his band from the same place as yours?

Nope. We got my rings at an antique store I used to work next to, and his ring at the zillionth jeweler we went to--he was being very picky.

His band started off brushed, because he didn't like the shiny, but platinum tends to even out to a mellowed look no matter what it starts like, so he had it polished a year later and decided to just let it do what it wanted to do. (If he'd decided to go with just a standard platinum band, which is what he essentially ended up with, it wouldn't have taken nearly so long to find his ring.)

Huh. OK. It doesn't look just, like, silver? I don't love the look of silver.

My shoe lament was genuine, although our circle tonight isn't so much a goddess circle as it is a "shrift, S is in town and she wants to hang out, and please please please god don't make me hang out with S all by myself!" guilt-trip circle.

But there'll be beer and enchiladas.

No, my interest in your circle was genuine, too. I hate when that happens to new shoes, and I swear it happens every time. Also, it doesn't sound like S should be in the circle. She should be circle adjacent.

From other discussions:

I might've peaked at 19. I was pretty thin then, and still had the gymnastics muscles, and the leanness from doing lots of ballet and walking. And I don't know about my face. My face has looked pretty much the same for the longest time, as far as I can tell. Like, in my middle school graduation pictures, I was the only one who looked pretty much exactly the same as I do now, but all my friends look completely different. They looked like babies, and now they look more like adults.

That rainbow dress was bad, and yet at the same time I couldn't hate it.

Also, I accidentally taped UPN instead of Fox tonight, and so thus recorded a stupid wrestling thing instead of Point Pleasant. Does anyone else besides me watch PP? I don't think so, but it seems worth a shot. I'd really like a recap. I didn't realize how much I looked forward to having the show when I got home, considering how truly terrible it is.

I peaked around 26/27. A year later I was pregnant and that changed everything. Fast. It's never been the same. Now I'm in a place where that's okay. I think.

Gronklies, everyone. I'm keeping Julia home, today. She was up half the night with a runny nose. Scott took care of the earlier wakings, but I got the 5:30 waking. He'd given her Benadryl around 5, but it just wasn't helping. She's finally asleep, I think. But between the lack of sleep, and the Benadryl, she'd be toast if she went to school, today.

Looks like a messy commute out there, Somervillains. Although I suppose I could be on the other side of the snow/rain line from you. I haven't watched the weather.

Timelies!

I have a warm cat on my lap. How did that happen?

Them cats is self-mobilizing, I hear tell. Never know when one of them is going to show up and plunk hisself down.

The Red Line turned out not to be screwed up yesterday morning. However, a big water main broke in Kendall Square last night, so the late commuters had to be bussed around the flooded tunnel. Both problems are really not the MBTA's fault, but oy, what a mess for the passengers.

Which would include me, and I'd better get going already....

::pokes head in thread::

Nilly? Happy lunch. Please let me say how odd it feels knowing that you're going to lunch when I should be going to lunch, and instead I'm eating breakfast.

Timelies, all!

Does anyone remember how I was all "Yay, I'm going with my choir to Greece in June!" last fall? Yeah, well, it turns out not so much. The other choir director who was organizing things apparently didn't, so Greece will have to do without our musical stylings. Damnit.

On the upside, I was able to use the money I'd saved for the trip to pay off the last of my credit cards. (I'm now waiting for my car to spontaneously combust, thus putting the debt right back on. But still, it'll be a nice 15 minutes or whatever of being credit card debtless.) And I bought myself a consolation prize of Wonderfalls dvds and Todd Rundgren's A Capella. So on the whole I'm feeling kinda mellow about the whole thing.

Oh, who am I kidding. I'm bummed. But I'll get over it.

Re: peak ages. When I was 19 I was kinda pretty and had no idea, and thus couldn't capitalize on it. There was a lot of "Why is he looking at me? My hair must totally suck today or maybe my shirt's doing something weird. Why am I such a hopeless freak, why?" Thank Gaia I didn't peak sexually then, since I didn't get it on with another person until I was 21. For reasons that are probably obvious.

Age 25 was much better. And I have firm hopes for 37-38.

SA, I miss seeing you early in the morning. Have a great first day back at school.