Aimee's link made me feel bad for J-Lo and smile with David Hasselhoff.

I knew Philip Nel, author of the annotated Cat in the Hat, in high school.

I have a rental. The whole neighbor thing was pretty much solved by no one being home and me needing to get this squared away before noon today. Of course, then I asked another neighbor to drive me TO the rental place because they (rental) were short handed and couldn't deliver. But they will pick up the car. So that's good. Enterprise couldn't guarantee me a car by the end of the day so I went with the local place. It's $30/day, flat, but... Enterprise, if they had a car, could only knock it down to $28. Boo holiday weekend. So I have a nice little gray civic.

I need to get a little plant or something for the neighbor who drove me.

Also? I think the rental place is the most "inspirational" rental car company ever. I wasn't prosel...prosele...I can't spell that right now.... to so much as God and faith managed to work its way into every part of the conversation. And the posters on the walls. Which....weird, but the guys were really nice and it was about them,so. But anyway. It is in a storefront with a church.

Oh, and my neighbor invited me to her church. Um. Basically, renting a car became a religious experience.

OK, I need to eat, and then go run the errands for which I am renting a car.

Heh.

OK, I need to eat, and then go run the errands for which I am renting a car.

And then church, right?

Last time I went to an All Star weekend, I ended up cavorting with a member of *NSYNC. I have sworn off such shenanigans, so am content to stay home.

I was gonna say...

So now I'm waiting for my parents to tell me if they're going to have lunch before they get here or not. Problem is, now I'm ready for lunch!

And then church, right?

Um. I think the last time I was in a church was...um. During services? April 1996, Barcelona? Oh wait, are we counting baptisms?

I'm kinda wired now. Racing around, calling in last minute favors....aieee. Hurry up, toaster over, hurry!

I just got back from my massage--she did a great job working out the ultra-tight left trapezius muscle (I think that's what she called it) on my neck/back. It hurt like hell while she was getting the kinks out, but it's soooo loose now. They spent some time afterwards trying to get me to become a member ($59 a month for one free massage and 1/2 price additional ones), but I have other things to spend my money on. The massage today was me spoiling myself, and I don't see me going there again any time in the next year, at least.

I'm reading that No Tippin' Pippen wants to make a NBA comeback. Has the world gone mad? Is Scottie drunk?

Dear Satan,

Please cure ita's migraines. In exchange, I offer you my immortal soul.

Also, I make fantastic cookies, so you can have as many as you want.

Sincerely,

Allyson

PS: Are we allowed to take more than 3 ounces of liquid per container on the plane to Hell? I think I'll need to pack extra moisturizer what with dry heat.

Are we allowed to take more than 3 ounces of liquid per container on the plane to Hell?

Only if you check your bags.