Cash, I think (would have to check to be certain) my uni computer store has nanos and shuffles at an academic discount price -- that is, I know they have 'em because I was just there a couple of days ago getting melty over the colorful cuteness of the shuffles, but I'd need to check on the discount. Even with shipping, they'd probably be a bit less than through a regular store if you wanted me to get them for you (unless you already have access to an academic discount).
Ah, thank you, JZ. Instant gratifier that I am, I went out and got one small, silver shuffle for us to try. (It was $78 at Wal-Mart.) Specifically because DH is running in a 5K tomorrow and wants it to run with. We'll try it and see if it work for us. If it comes to us wanting a second shuffle (I want a pink one, if I get one for me) you'll be the first one I call.
The new shuffles are totally adorable. And we really are only looking for something we can use at the gym. Otherwise, we have access to our laptop and our itunes library.
And then I go and ruin it by saying "I'm 35. You?"
My sistah.
And why the hell are the 20-somethings bothering to be coy! The only reason they're asking is that they want to be sure you're legal!
How do you respond to someone you don't really know (and have never met) when they randomly e-mail you to ask how you're doing?
I have never been coy about my age. I did, however, lose a year in which I said I was 26 for a year. Then when my birthday hit, realized I actually was 26 and had to say it for another year, during which everyone assumed I was lying that year. Ooops.
Then we did it again with our anniversary one year. Oops.
Evidently the traditional marking of the passage of time doesn't rank particularly highly on our scale of importance.
In other news, someone hung a placard on our door telling us the water would be out today from 9-2. Thee things: 1) They gave us advance notice for routine maintenance, 2) They're doing routine maintenance! Not just, you know, waiting until water is inexplicably spurting across a major highway, and 3) Today the truck came down our alley, so they're specifically working on our area, they didn't just turn off a large area for no reason. Oh, and they got done two hours earlier than promised. Shocking!
It's so bizarre to have actual services.
Happy Birthday Kathy!!!
I'm not your birthday twin, but I turn 40 in exactly one week. I think you and Tom Scola and I should get together and have a party!! Practicalities, shmacticalities.
I keep telling people I'm 35, which is just not true. I want to say "mid-thirties," but screw it up. Except for the time I was talking to my mother and grandmother about my wedding. What I meant that time was that I'll be at least 35 by the time I get married. That is not what I actually said.
Apparently I look 28. I know I act 15, so it's perhaps some sort of an average thing. Or the two women who said that (independently) this week were kissing ass.
Also possible.
Carb loading! I think I'll take a glittery soak in the tub while eating homemade blueberry ice cream. My sister missed her connecting flight, but I've already ducked out on this afternoon's training.
Sad thing is, I should use this time productively.
Black Pearl bath bomb, here I come.
Kathy! Happy birthday and continuing congratulations on the weight loss achievements. Too cool.
My birthday's 4 months off or so, and I've already started saying I'm 32 when people ask. No idea why, it just keeps popping out of my mouth. Weird.
