I have never eaten a PB&J sandwich, ever. I don't like peanut butter except in candy.

Heathen!

Hey, is that where your screen name comes from?

Movin' in with David, gonna eat a lot of pizza...

Here to confirm that this is, indeed, a powerful earworm.

Now I want to make some of my homemade pizza.

Oooh. Stephen makes homemade pizza and it's delicious.

We're having the most awesome heat-breaking rainstorm here at the moment. It's been hot, hot, hot and muggy all day. And my 80-year-old father-in-law has finally donned a pair of shorts. Which come to his knees. And he's wearing them with black socks and black laced shoes.

It's very endearing.

Fancy Restaurant Fact: During the height of the season, for one week only, Chez Panisse will serve One Perfect Peach as your dessert at the end of a very delicious and expensive prix fixe meal.

My grocery store has Peach-O-Rama every summer. (Frog Hollow is one of the farms they get the Peach-O-Rama peaches from.)

I can get a whole box of perfect peaches for probably slightly less than the entree would run me.

It should be Peach-O-Rama again soon. Whee! I will have my Annual Peach Orgy, where I just sort of stand around in sloppy clothing and eat peaches until I'm a mess of sticky juice and have to shower.

Also, I went blueberry picking today. I think "squatting in the middle of a U-Pick blueberry farm" is now the weirdest place I've ever nursed.

Oh, she's young yet.

Peaches.

We had pizza for dinner. It was too damned hot to cook. But our fruit was grapes.

Also, I went blueberry picking today. I think "squatting in the middle of a U-Pick blueberry farm" is now the weirdest place I've ever nursed.

I still count nursing in front of co-workers as my weirded place (mentally).

Ugh. I am exhausted. I promised Emily I was going to do laundry today, but it's gonna wait till morning. She won't know the difference, 'cause it'll be done before she gets up. But, I still feel guilty.

I can't believe how tired I am, though. Amazingly, I did everything else I needed to do today...even picked up J's girls from camp and hung with them for a couple of hours. I'm not sure how I'm going to find the energy to stay up and make dinner, though.

Seriously, quitting the AP was the best thing I ever did for my wetness level, and I'm also more comfortable in the hot weather.

I will second this enthusiastically. Also, Tom's of Maine is wonderful stuff.

I have to go against the grain here -- I'm using Tom's right now because I was in the earthy-crunchy store when I last needed deodorant, and I'm seriously considering chucking it and switching back to my beloved Secret Baby Powder. Without going into detail, I just don't feel like the Tom's does a damn thing other than smell nice and lavendary when I put it on.

I really haven't gotten into the Shins. I kind of like "Kissing the Lipless," but I haven't heard enough to hear why they're the GREATEST BAND EVER OMG.

I think they're oveerrated. A few nice songs, but ultimately forgettable.

My local library branch has no books, or relatively few. Even the sparse bookshelves are embarrassingly bare. Everything has to be ordered (by computer, of which they have many) from the main branch downtown, or by ILL. I used to love the downtown library, but they seem to have remodeled the library-ness right out of it

*Thanks the thousand little gods for her very library-ish local library, where books and nooks are both plentiful, and where they were nice when I called today to find out why the Harry Potter waitlist isn't moving. About which -- I've been at #344 for more than a week. Return your books, Arlingtonians!*

One of the funniest revelations ever was that Buffistas (as a group) tend to be horrible library patrons and outright book thieves.

Ack! I'm so glad I missed that conversation, because seriously?? The idea makes me want to cry or scream or something. I love individual books, but I love the idea of the library more. And besides, if you love something, set it free. Or return it so someone else can love it. or something.

And we had pizza for dinner, and I believe I will now eat some cherries.