JZ woke me up this morning with a plaintive cry of "We're out of milk! Coffee! Cereal! The world's all gone pear-shaped!"

So I volunteered to get milk. Got dressed without showering or brushing my teeth to make the quick walk to the corner store.

It was closed. Trudged uphill to the small grocery with the good produce. Got milk, Calistoga, some ripe peaches, almond croissaint, chocolate croissant and the NY Times.

Today's Sunday Times was ripe with Buffista entertaining material. A whole big flibbertijibbet article about one young woman's online networking. (The woman was obviously self-aware enough to purposefully paint herself as a 21st century Emma.) The Dodgeball network sounded really interesting but also mildly scary.

Also Anime voice-over article with Full Metal Alchemist pictures. Edmund White's bat-themed vase. And a fashion spread that prompted this comment from me: "Hey, that Givenchy collection has many Jilli-esque touches. Uh, except for the rooster."

(Actually it turned out the rooster was on a Gaultier.)

Aimee and Nora both starting new jobs tomorrow? How exciting!

Be sure and eat a good breakfast, girls.

Soccer gonna kill me ded.

Tell me about it.

JZ woke me up this morning with a plaintive cry of "We're out of milk! Coffee! Cereal! The world's all gone pear-shaped!"

Soon, this will include diapers. At our house, if had included diet coke, I would have called out the National Guard.

It took me SEVEN phone calls to find one person to go see PotC with me. Do I smell?

No. You just live somewhere stupid, because it's too far away.

Welcome home, Aimee.

Good luck on your first days of new jobs, Nora and Aims.

What Cindy said. I am ready to see it again; if you were closer, I would totally go with you.

Who's supposed to be working on the transporter technology?

Joe is. And with 5 days of no baby and no wife, you'd think he'd have gotten some work done.