Allyson! That is SO COOL!

I think I'm about to get stood up by the second carpenter in as many days.

Well, yesterday might sorta have been an unofficial carpenter holiday, but...

I really do know my verb tenses!

So after posting that, I hopped in the tub for a quick bath (the water just felt so nice when I was ha! washing my feet.)

Dev found this very alarming. On the edge of the tub, yelling her head off, repeatedly sniffing my crown and fingers as if to reassure herself or...something. Then she decided she was scared and did what she does when she's scared: get as high up on me as is possible. Which was my knees. Um. I got her back out of the tub relatively dry, but then her feet were wet and so the edge of the tub was extra slippery and at one point, I'm holding her straddled on the edge of the tub, trying to shove her off onto dry land and her left legs are dangling in the water.

I don't take baths very often anymore.

Man, another fire half a block away. Actually, not even that. It looks cater corner. The half a block away one was two weeks ago. I really have to get going on that renter's insurance.

Place smells like ash.

I went back to find the TAR talk, and found this as well:

Announcement: I have been earwormed with the Alanis version of My Humps all weekend long. Including breaking into song in front of my deeply confused in-laws.

Ha! I was totally singing it all weekend, too! Good times. It was actually a very Buffista-looking gathering, since usually at least two people were on their laptops at any given time. There was a great deal of YouTube-ing.

I am so sad and pop-culture-ignorant.* I have NO idea what the real version of "My Humps" sounds like, or even who performs it.

I'm glad there's wireless access in this cave.

*(As if my tagline didn't reveal how completely uncool I am.)

Fergie, Steph. She is a menace. I can't stand how much I enjoy her songs, because she's terrible.

Julio called me five times today. On the fifth time he got through. Do I still want to meet, he asked. Who are you? I replied. Do you still want to meet was all he could repeat. Finally he said "About the bail bond thing."

I counted. There are 11 words in my voicemail outgoing message. Two of them are my first name.

Do people really pay that little attention? He even paged me through the voicemail system, which is just annoying.

Fergie, Steph

My Humps is Fergie too? My god, that woman is the queen of "Nobody understands what the fuck I'm singing about, but they're pretty sure it's about sex."

(Signed, Still Doesn't Know What The Hell The London Bridge Is Supposed To Be, Also, Why Is It The Tower Bridge In The Video?)

I don't know the original - but I am earwormed by it.