Heh. You should see my brother, Burrell--it's really quite frightening how alike we look.

Thanks for the compliments guys! :) I'm still SO amused by the whole Jared thing. Especially when we were all up in his hotel room drinking his booze. Half the reunion ended up in there, at least for a bit. I have to wonder if it was everything he'd hoped for!

Goodness, meara, you three must have made for the most adorable Christmas cards ever.

meara, I must have skipped and/or skimmed -- did you go to school with Jared?

Also, you + that dress = total retro hot HOT HOTTNESS.

It is my new love. I bought three bags of it at TJ's tonight.

Pre-shelled, or in the shells? For awhile TJs was carrying both, and then the pre-shelled disappeared for a while (I suspect a quality control issue, as I had a bag that was NASTINESS masquerading as edamame), and now it's back.

For the record, I bought, cooked, and ate the recently-back-at-TJs pre-shelled edamame, and I can attest that it is 100% NASTINESS-free.

Well, growing up we ALL wore glasses, so one of my friends saw our family photo and was like "OMG, you look like an ad for an optometrist!"

edit: yep, Teppy--I did go to school with Jared, but didn't know it until I went to reunion last night!

meara is indeed quite smashing! I love the outfit.

I actually cleaned in my condo today (my daughter made me.) The rug, she is vacuumed after being dusted with allergen reducing powder stuff. I hope it helps with the itchies and puffiness.

Pre-shelled, or in the shells?

In the shells.

I actually cleaned in my condo today (my daughter made me.) The rug, she is vacuumed after being dusted with allergen reducing powder stuff. I hope it helps with the itchies and puffiness.

Still no relief, Sail?

Poor, Sail.

I had an allergy attack at the Tahoe house this morning. Something brought on by the central heating I think, which dried my sinuses to a triscuit like texture.

Cash, Emmett won't eat veggies at all, so I quit fighting it and push the fruit. We do a lot of smoothies.

Back from Tahoe. There's a lake and stuff. We played mini golf. We went to a Casino. We didn't go see Frank Sinatra Jr., though I was tempted. The ceremony was nice. I didn't get much sleep. Never could figure out how to turn on the shower, so washed in the tub.

Home is better.

On the way home we stopped in Sacramento and saw my best man and his girlfriend and their 10 month old daughter. Such a cutie pie and the anti-Emmett (at that age). She was very content to Not!Crawl and was totally mellow and easy to be with. She seemed to be on the verge of getting it on with the locomotion though.

Also, you + that dress = total retro hot HOT HOTTNESS.

HOLY COW!!! HOTTTTNESS, INDEED!! I'm in love with that dress.

Cash, Emmett won't eat veggies at all, so I quit fighting it and push the fruit. We do a lot of smoothies.

Yeah, I'm learning to be sneaky now, though. He's enamoured of his recent mastery of The Spoon so I'm trying mashed sweet potatoes that he can use his spoon on. And I'm sneaking carrot juice into his fruit juice. I haven't resorted to the cheese covered veggies yet, but that weapon is also in my arsenal.

Home is better.

Amen.

I was talking to a friend last week about what we regretted about our forties. We agreed that we missed perky breasts.

Never had them to miss, so I suspect this feeling I'm having is schadenfreude. If you had 'em long enough to miss them, you're one up on me.

The only difference between Annabel and work for me is that I don't have to change anyone's diaper at work. Oh, and when Annabel procrastinates yet again on turning in sections for the re-accreditation document, I'm OK with that, because she's 18 months old and can't read or write or tell me things like "I thought I was going to have time, but then I spent three hours (answering my e-mail||going to meetings||drinking coffee)."

See, as one who has been contracting for most of my adult life, work's just a place where they tell me what to do and then pay me. No rights, sure, but no real investment in the job beyond getting it done. When I'm here alone, I provide all food, comfort, cleaning, and entertaining, and there's more riding on what I do or do not do.

so you may want to get the Dr Brown knock-off from England, which is called the B Free.

Good to know.

Meara, you look lovely, but so demure! And, umm, what's the Jared story? Why was he there?