Oh, Calli, that's rough. I'm sorry. But, I'm glad it was at least a bit cheaper than the estimate. May it not have any other problems for you.

After a series of Indiana Jones-like movements through the yard sale stuff in my brother's room, I found my never wrinkle, good for anything dress for the interview. The only shoes I can locate that would work are my old character shoes (no taps). Can I pull it off?

Yup. Totally.

Thanks, vw. Sorry Toto got scared by the storm.

{{Lilty}} GO with the character shoes. Absolutely.

{{Tep}}

{{Toto}} Walter has been cowering and shaking all morning. Poor dog wants to be with us so he comes downstairs instead of staying under the bed where he feels safest. I assume he dashed back under the bed as soon as DH left, though.

I hope yo get reimbursed and the car keeps going with no more troubles, Calli. I think I might have done a simillar fix on my Pontiac that held for 5 or so years. It's a vague anecdote, but somewhat reassuring, I hope.

I think I might have done a simillar fix on my Pontiac that held for 5 or so years. It's a vague anecdote, but somewhat reassuring, I hope.

Absolutely. Thanks!

I have a new bottle of Canadian maple syrup (gift from a coworker), a dvd of The Young Visitors on order, and a possible Wisconsin business trip this fall. Life's looking up.

Poor Toto! And, ugh on car troubles. But, yay on maple syrup! We are quite well equipped now with maple syrup (2 grades) cheese (about 5 different VT local cheeses) and beer (3 cases of Long Trail).

This is why we never go anywhere but VT for vacation!

Maple syrup!

This was the only year since I can't remember when that we didn't come back with maple syrup. Which is just as well, since the only time I'm ever inclinced to make pancakes is when I'm already in Canada.

I've skipped a few thousand messages. Hi!

Jess is back!!! Yay!!!

I still have a more maple syrup than I can readily imagine consuming from my last trip to Vermont over 3 years ago. I should make more pancakes and waffles.

Welcome back, Jess!

I generally wake up to the dulcet tones of NPR newsreaders, often with weird dreams inspired by what I'm hearing. Sunday I had no alarm and had this very involved dream about adolescent boys in suburbia in a small-time drug ring (money and drugs were hidden in the hoses in their backyards) which my pattern loving brain helpfully supplied a book review to "explain" why I was dreaming that. It was a novel by Neal Stephenson, apparently, set in New Orleans 1996 and the radio voice in my head complained that there should have been some reference to the presidential election and the hurricane of that year. So another voice in my head wa suspicious and claimed there was no election or hurricane in '96. Yet another voice confirmed that that was an election year, but it couldn't remember any hurricanes. Then I woke up and decided I have too many voices in my head.

Morning All!

Thanks to all of you, I really want pancakes now. I have no pancakes now. Maybe I'll have to hit IHOP or Denny's for dinner, if the impulse holds.

-t, the Internal Debate is hilarious.

Welcome back, Jess!