sara, sounds wonderful.

So all the Netflix guilt (the article, I discovered, was written by a guy I wentto college with) talk the other day encouraged me to take the laptop with me this morning and watch Hustle & Flow while giving platelets, I did, it is done and it is going back to Netflix today. BooYAH.

With very little effort I accomplished a few other things - got timers for the A/Cs, a replacement mop head, lunch, and the dry cleaning. Also took out the paper recycling.

WHEE!

I wish I could put a force field around Nilly and her family, and keep them safe.

You know, you'd think that by now Hallmark would make a "Thinking of you during the bombings" card.

You know, you'd think that by now Hallmark would make a "Thinking of you during the bombings" card.

At least an e-card, as mail service tends to be spotty during bombings.

Happy late birthdays to Zenkitty and Ouise!

my gardens are jungles. I am attempting to do some prunning. but there seems to be force fields that distract me from the garden

I have dozens of things I should be doing.

Oh well.

The Spy Museum sounds like great fun.

It is humid enough here that I put my contacts in because I'm just sweating . . . from sitting still. Kind of I exist and therefore I sweat weather.

the tree guy that been bugging me is going to do an estimate for me. but I have tried to do this with DH because the tree guy's english is very heavily accented and I have a hard time understanding him. But DH isn't going to be here. I don't like when things work against plan.

From last night:

But I had to take a minute to convince myself that even though she was pretty, I could tell her she was smart, too. Does this make sense to anyone?

That's interesting to me. I remember when I was, oh, probably a freshman in high school, one of the guys I rode the bus with (it was just me and a bunch of guiys for about half an hour before the only other girl on the route got on) said something about girls being either smart or pretty but not both (it was like a discovery he had made, that that was true), and I asked, well where do I fall? And he looked at me and said "You aren't smart" and I was so pleased. And even at the time, part of me was thinking "what bullshit, don't be happy about that", and yet I was.

I don't think that trope affects how I compliment other people, though.

I just read over at Readerville that Anthony Bourdain and the No Reservations crew are stranded in Beirut.