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'm good. What's up?"

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.

Nobody's ever incorrectly guessed my age...mainly, I think, because they never guess my age at all.

However, Sean, fucker that he is, stood in my kitchen the other day and commented: "You're getting quite a lot of salt and pepper in your hair, huh?"

...you know, come to think of that.

Not So Secret Message to Sean's Cat: GO FOR THE JUGULAR!

The SO's birthday is coming up in a few days and he can't commit to what he wants to do. He's got a history of having miserable birthdays and I'm afeard we're headed that way again. Trip to Tucson? To Moab? Party with the local friends? Dinner out with friends, because of dog allergy? Quiet dinner at home (I bought steaks)? He can't decide.

"I'm good. What's up?"

Heh. Sounds like a plan.

Of course, it's a measure of how bored I am that I'm actually responding to random e-mails from people I don't know.

skipped!

Kristen and Tim got me a spa day for my bday, so I'm getting a facial, mani, pedi, brow shaping, and milk bath on Sunday morning. Teh Awesome.