I had Singapore Street Noodles

I love those, Theodosia.

I almost forgot. This morning on the way in, I saw a stupid human trick. A driver was turning right out of a strip mall exit about 45 feet from the intersection, and decided he needed to be in the left had turn lane. He must have needed it really really badly, since he forced his way across two lanes worth of cars stopped at the red light to get there, and then ran into the car that had the nerve to already be there.

I boggled, just a little.

I also vouch for the magic eraser. I have this fear that I am killing myself slowly by using it, but damn does it take off the goo left from when the cat rubs her face on the door jamb every day for 6 months.

Every time I use it, I keep asking myself, "what's it made of?" "How does it work?" The only answer I have is "magic". It's been great with the pregnancy so I don't have to spray anything toxic. And it's less messy than the baking soda/lemon juice combo I had been using.

Nutty, I just signed up for Gmail too. Frustratingly, they don't allow me to use just my standard online name, cause it's only 5 letters long. Pfeh.

And soon there will be Googletalk, I suspect. But not at the office, sigh.

I may need salad for lunch.

I am going to be denied free kolaches, I guess. Or they're secretly running in packs and coordinating their absences so I'm never left alone with the kolaches. Now I have to go out and buy my own food.

Magic eraser is truly magic. All those scuff marks on the paint that no liquid product could remove? Gone, all gone. Kitchen sinks, shower curtains, tubs-- magic!

It tried valiantly on the stovetop grease, but all it did was move the grease around. I could tell it was trying, though.

Blech. I went to open the blinds (I'm working at home today) and there was ginormous cricket hanging out on the window. (I think it was a cricket. Grasshoppers are brown, no?) I do not like creepy crawly things (or, you know, hopping noisy things) in my house.

I killed it with a copy of Forensics for Dummies.

Thanks, Dana. (And others who sent invites.) I'm on now.

Frustratingly, they don't allow me to use just my standard online name, cause it's only 5 letters long.

My standard username (firstmiddle) was taken. Humph. So I signed up under my LJ name, which turns out to be unique.

cheese pizza and super yummy salad from Patsy's.

work is still here. hrm.

Yeah, I ended up using my LJ name too. I suspect I'll shift my fannish email to Gmail eventually, so long as I can download it to my computer. I like having my mail somewhere concrete, in case the company goes out of business (perish the thought).

Work does that.

I just remembered, a helpful 18 hours later, I left the trash inside by the front door at my friend's house last night. Here's to hoping her cats leave it alone until I get over there saturday. They seem like fairly well behaved animals....

Uhg.