I think men often go towards the purely pretty in lusting because they are conditioned that sex=getting off. For women sex doesn't always lead to getting off, and skill and desire add a LOT to the equation. Women will often be attracted to a less "pretty" guy who radiates intensity or concentration or physical "knowingness" because that signals someone who will bring those qualities to bed, and that's gooooood.

This also explains the hotness that is Vincent D'Onofrio as Robert Goren in L&O:CI. Definitely not my type normally, but all that intelligence, wrapped up with that intensity?

Kathy is me. And here I thought I was all alone.

Greetings from Cape Breton, a/k/a The Edge of the World.

And here I thought I was all alone.

Ah, no.

I have no idea, but if you're going to exchange the thermos anyhow, you can sometimes find very small chill bags--like lunch bag size--that you could probably stick in your carry on, or in D's.

It is one of those bags, but DH's carryon is pretty much full with the laptop and the camera (I think he can squeeze his iPod into a side pocket somewhere), while mine is devoted to Annabel's diapers, toys, emergency change of clothes, and snacks, with just barely enough room for me to stuff in a paperback and a change of socks and underwear in case we get stranded overnight. No room for a chill bag in either.

Wait--I've got it. The chill bag is Annabel's carryon. We're good.

For your Saturday morning viewing pleasure: Sock-puppet bunnies baking carrot muffins

My dad is fixing my faucet. Oh dear.

Huh. It worked.

Also? I'm laughing at the Lily pictures. Oh, she's adorable. The cranky face is priceless.

Timelies all!

Mmmm, ripe strawberries and sour cream.(Though I usually add a bit of sugar 'cuz I have a major sweet tooth)

Judging by one board I read, there are plenty of women who find Vincent D'onofrio as Goren hot.And some find him hot anywhere they find him.(Though I wish they'd calm down a bit. L&O:CI is not over just because they're splitting the eps between Goren and Logan next year. Sheesh.)

I am totally on board the strawberries and sour cream train.

Gus, the pictures of me are not in fact either eleven years old or evidence of Zmayhem's having made the time-space continuum its bitch; I dropped the camera onto a concrete floor while vintage-clothing-shopping with Perkins and Sparky1 a couple of weeks ago, so now it's all swaddled in tape and the annoying datestamp thingie appears every time we turn it on.

It's possible that the camera itself dates from 1994, and in its decrepit and crippled old age is perpetually casting memory back to its salad days, when it was green in f-stop. I dunno. I do know we need a new camera.

There was another coffee incident this morning: espresso machine all loaded up, machine on, no cup to catch the espresso, kitchen counter all awash in espresso. This is becoming an unpleasant habit with me.