Heh. I've run into 2 celebrities in airports: Prince at LAX and Al Yankovich in the Madison airport. Prince blew by with his entourage before we even barely realized who it was. Wierd Al was just standing there talking to someone and my daughter recognized him. I, like a big dumb "mother knows best" party pooper said, no it's not. The news that evening proved me wrong and my daughter, of course, rubbed it in.

If I ran into someone famous, the likelyhood that I would recognize them is low.

I don't think I'd speak to them unless they spoke to me first.

Dollars to donuts your thought would be "Huh. Short."

And "IMDB LIES!"

My tooth--the one that DIDN'T hurt before I went in and had root canal and a temporary crown put on it is now aching like a motherfucker. *sigh* Saturday night of a long holiday weekend in which we are leaving town. As soon as the permanent crown gets put on, I'm switching dentists. This is such bullshit.

Poor Cash. Tooth and dentist~ma.

Though I'm not married, it would seem better to take a diplomatic tack and not actually tell one's spouse that they're (or the story they're telling) is *boring.* That's not the kindest thing to say.

I didn't tell her she was boring. I just decided the rant was skippable on the way to a better mood.

Obviously, the proper spousal role is to listen patiently. I only offerred a counter-example because...well, because it worked. It was a win /win. I did not offend her.

Back from Livermore. We won both games. Emmett pitched two shutout innings in the second game, and made a brilliant stab on a line drive while pitching. (The kid on the opposing team walked back to the dugout with his head down and disconsolate. He'd totally ripped it.) While on the mound, Emmett also pounced on a hard grounder to his right and made the play, and on another shot up the middle knocked the ball down with his pitching hand that the shortstop was able to turn into a rally killing out.

The first game we won easily. The second game we were cruising along winning easily, when the opposing team scored five in the bottom of the sixth (last) inning to send it into extra innings. But we prevailed.

Hec, as somebody who could potentially rant for two days with only a little water to sustain me, I've come to appreciate a skillful deflection. God, how scary would I be pregnant?

I was in line at the passport office behind George Clinton once.

No Joe on my TV, dammit.

That whole "time enough to sleep when you are dead" thing? I'm ready for it to start now.

Had to be in to work at yesterday at 9. Tried going to bed early. Didn't sleep til 3am. Cats woke me an hour before the alarm would have gone off.

Today I have to start at 8am. I drank a bit to help me get to sleep, was in bed by midnight. I need to kill someone, obviously. But unfortunately it isn't even legal to kill myself.

Anyone still awake? I have had the stomach ache from hell all night, and I don't think I am going to get any sleep.

In non-whiny news, I came home tonight to a dozen mini peach colored roses, with a sign in front of them that said, "Happy Pre-Birthday, love Dave".

{{{Cash}}}

Hubby was at a gas station/convenience store recently when Jesse James of "Monster Garage" and his crew was there on some sort of bike tour. A couple of kids had recognized Jesse and were gushing, Hubby overheard, looked over the bikes, shrugged, and headed into the store. A few minutes later, he hears somebody say, "So what do you think of the bikes?" He looks over and sees Jesse. I guess Hubby made a good impression. Hubby says, "The bikes are nice, but I'd have done this differently." Jesse was apparently taken by surprised, then had a nice conversation on bike design with Hubby.