Yay for Andi and Daniel making it home safely. Sammie, don't DO that. Cats.

I know there was lot smore that needed congratulating and vibes and hugs but it didn't stay in my brain. It's not much on retention, I'm afraid. Shame I let the warranty run out.

I had a lovely unproductive weekend - Saturday was watching Wimbledon - love those long matches witrh long rallies - shopping at Lush and hanging out at a new bar in the French Quarter where a friend is bartending. My capacity for hanging out in a bar all afternoon has really dropped in the last few years. Nice place, though. Sunday I never even got dressed. Watched Wimbledon, caught up on some recorded TV, took a nap or two, utter bliss. Yesterday, saw Batman Begins (finally). I had been resisting the hype for some reason, but I'm sold, that's my Batman all right.

This getting up before 8 and staying awake until the evening thing is a real drag.

I think I may wimp out on the bellydancing tonight after all, but only because we're under a flood watch (4-6 inches expected) and tropical storm warning and I had to wade through ankle deep water to get to my car this morning already. I'll go next week, I promise.

I hope today is better, vw.

I missed the Ellie picture, and skipped way too many to know where to begin. Also, I slept 'til 9:00 which I *never* do, and was woken by my Christopher, who is currently into discerning family relationships.

My wake-up conversation was all about parents, husbands, wifes, blood aunts and uncles versus those by marriage, grand-parents, parents-in-law, sisters-in-law (which he says, rather than sister-in-laws), brothers-in-law; but why don't you say Daddy's grandparents are your grandparents-in-law, what's a first cousin once removed, what are they removed from, what's a generation; How old would Grampy be if he was alive--is he the same age even though he's dead; Is Papa younger than him? Is Papa older than him because he's still alive and Grampy's dead. Who are Grampy's grandparents...Grampy's grandparents are my _____ what?

GRONK

Cindy! You're here!

I'd heard you were heading for the Gulf Coast....

Hey, Cindy, your namesake is dumping a bunch of rain on me. [link] Maybe that's where your energy went. Besides getting sucked up by Christopher's questions.

Oh! I knew I was in the line-up this year, but I haven't been paying any attention.

I hope my namesake is a lot of water and bluster and nothing else (sorta like me).

I missed the Ellie picture

Cindy, you have to see it. Beware, the cuteness may blow your mind:

Stephanie "Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty." Jul 3, 2005 4:01:07 pm PDT

Gronk.

Dies from Ellie adorableness.

Thank you, P-C. Ellie is so cute, I am unclear on how the other babies manage to be as cute as they are. Given how cute each of them is, I don't understand how there is any cuteness left for the rest. And yet...

Grrr. Why on earth is the NY Times giving pride of place to a crappy study like this? [link]

Difficult to type around a cat. Hmm.

Thing 1 - Juice bars are the best. Cantaloupe juice delicious. Pineapple/Coconut so far beyond delicious that delicious is barely a memory of an echo of a dream. Or something.

(Move! Move, cat! I'm glad you missed me, that's nice, but sitting RIGHT HERE so I have to peer aorund your shoulder to see the screen? Not so much with the helpful. Also? Sitting down ONTO my laptop? Still not so much with the helpful. Grr. Rassensassenfrassenmoggie. This is just your way of reminding me to buy you cold medicine, isn't it? DON'T SNEEZE ON ME! DON'T DO IT!)

Ahem.

Anyway, yes, so thing one was re: the deliciousness of juice.

Thing 2 - they're doing something to wool in the foyer of my building. It's only a wee foyer, with my door on one side and my mate C's door on the other. I can't see any sign of the sheep, but there are 3 blokes doing some sort of esoteric sorting-out-of-shearings activity. They were very sweet about helping me carry my shopping into my apartment, and kept on apologising, and I tried to explain that they didn't need to apologise, because it's a very hot day and I can quite see why they'd rather do this in a shady foyer rather than out on the street, but I also tried to ask where the sheep were. Lacking the Arabic for 'sheep' there was much sheep impersonation of a physical and verbal nature, which was the cause of much merriment, and some assurance that, no, the sheep weren't hanging out watching my DVDs, nor were they all visiting the upstairs neighbour. Still not at all clear on where they actually are. Possibly hiding in my bedroom, or balancing very quietly out on the balcony. Huh.

Egypt. Still bringing the crazy.

Thing 3: Scored 2 excellent new handbags while shopping - a smallish red Elmo one, covered with primary coloured squares and vaguely Andy Warholish (okay, not very) images of Sesame Street characters, and a MOST excellent large Batman satchel type thing.

Go me!