Sweet! A's one-hit the Mariners.

Also, Emmett's favorite pitcher on the A's, Dan Haren, has a blog where he notes he got a dog this year. What kind? A pug.

Also, JZ is talking back to the TV because Fred Willard's American Festivals show on the Travel Channel is at her RenFaire. "That cow! I hate her! Ohhh, Sir Francis. He's dreamy."

Okay, we're off to shuffle to the Smiths.

two hours in the bath tub. that's a good thing.

Thanks, Daniel! Insent.

First attempt insent. It's a bit large, 120K. I can thin that down without losing much.

And now you probably aren't. I was considering one of these belts [link] or one of these [link] and I was wondering how their sizes ran.

Oooooh, I didn't know they started making velvet waspie belts! Want want want.

Their stated sizes are very accurate. I have a 34" waist, and both the belts I ordered from them are size XL. They fit wonderfully.

Thanks Jilli!

Skippity-skipping because I'm feeling weird lately.

I was extremely bitchy this morning. To reward me for my artistic fit-pitching, Daniel got me a prezzie while I was at work: Lindt Extra Fine Thin choccies, cocoa content of 85%. That's some serious, serious dark chocolate. The nutritional information says 15 pieces to a serving, 8 grams of carb (2 g. fiber). I defy anyone to eat more than 2 pieces in a sitting.

When he picked me up after work, Daniel presented me with the box of chocolates, which he had lovingly wrapped in salmon colored paper and made a bow to match. It was so sweet (the present, not the chocolate). Then I made him take me to the store where he got it, so I could buy 4 more boxes.

Later as we were driving around not entirely aimlessly, we passed a state trouper's car which had pulled up along side of a local police car. Daniel commented, "Communicating without their radios."

I then said, "Damn the Buffistas, I just slashed 'em."

I'm sorry about your dad, Spidra. I hope the surgery goes well and he pays attention to his doctor(s). {{{Spidra}}}

Back from Smiths dancing.

Juliana FLAKED OUT on us. She called JZ on her cellphone. The conversation went like this.

Juliana: I'm sorry. I'm so tired after this interview. I don't think I can go out.
JZ: Oh, you poor thing. Well, get some rest. Do you want to talk to David?
Juliana: Sure.
Me: You flake!
Juliana: I'm not a flake!
Me: You're totally a flake. You're a flake who flaked out and will go to bed tonight, sleep deeply and wake up in the morning to EAT A BOWL OF FLAKES!
JZ: ::taking the phone back:: I'm so sorry I put him on.

There are consequences to flaking out on me.

Still, we got to dance to "Big Mouth Strikes Again" (with hand gestures for the flames rising to the Roman nose and the melting walkman), and "Sheila Take A Bow" and others. Plus we saw Minnesota Buffista transplant, Bridget, who was working the door, and several of JZ's RenFaire friends.

So sorry about your dad, Spidra. My dad is one of those stupid stubborn guys, so I feel your pain. Healing-ma.

In meme news, I appear to be somewhat drunk off of a very big, very strong apple martini. Fingers no worky so well. Fun though. Yum apple martini.