I like Burbank. It's adorkable. And baggage claim is OUTSIDE! Freaky! I love small airports. Were it an option, I'd use them exclusively. I loved flying into Killeen, not just cause of the fun prop planes. But back then (they've since gotten a new, larger airport) it was basically, lobby area, check in, waiting and baggage claim, none that much larger than my apartment.

but not tops. How's that for weird?

I kinda think I know the reason....

Depending on how greedy my coworkers are on monday (cookies are for a meeting) I think I might be able to provide some delayed gratification.

Currently, yes. All boobs. I am guessing losing the last 7 lbs is going to be a bitch of a thing. Really, I'm dying to go back to yoga already.

Think of the seven pounds as milk.

Eep, surgery. Lots and lots of good wishes!

I don't think I can mail the pork and chicken.

Think of the seven pounds as milk.

I'm trying to decide if that is slightly scary or not. I mean, yay! production and all that, but....7 lbs of milk?

Kat - go you for losing the pregnancy weight. (And lots of whatever~ma Grace needs for her surgery.)

I want to go to the cook out and cookie celebration too!

(Those cookies sound delicious. Meanwhile, it's freezing here. I'm NOT pleased about having to have the heat on in April.)

I stopped at 250 books entered in LibraryThing tonight, since that seemed a nice round number. I'm ruthlessly pruning as I go, so my discard pile might have as many as 75+ in it, at a guess. I haven't tried to reorganize my books in like 10 years or more -- since before we moved -- so this is actually really useful.

I wish Coffee Bean delivered. I am under self-imposed house arrest til this editing thing is done.

Editing without caffeine sounds dangerous. I mean, you might commit some sort of grammatical mayhem... t / not helping, I know

Good point, sara. I'm at a good break in chapter 9. I can probably make a run.

Across the street.