I'm awake. I'm up. I don't want to be. I mean, it's a good thing, since I actually have to be out of here before noon, but I'd prefer my bed. Especially since I was woken up at 1:30 by the sound of sirens and the smell of smoke. Not sure if the two were related. But it kept me up for a bit. Hmph.

Oh! The other awesome thing I wanted to post yesterday was, Thursday morning I ordered some awesome boots off Zappos (that now seem to be gone), and they were there when I got back from lunch yesterday! And they totally fit and are awesome. They're pretty much the same as the boots I wear most days (only better!), but which I'm afraid are about to fall apart. So that was awesome. Needless to say.

Edit: Here they are! [link] Not sure why they didn't show up in my search.

I have no idea why you thought that the whitefont was vaguely safe to read. First, me. Secondly--I had the fetish thing mentioned right there in the paragraph.

There's a point at which you have to take responsibility for the information I kinda hide from you.

Don't even get me started on the looners and issues of consent. Or the...okay, no, that I can't actually discuss.

Those are cool boots, Jesse. My last Zappo boot purchase--well, they're weird. Or my calves got huge between wearings.

I figured these wouldn't actually fit, because the number they give for the circumference is smaller than my calf, but I figured it was worth a shot with free shipping. The leg is actually pretty big -- I have the laces pulled tight, and I've tried on many a boot that didn't fit over my leg. FYI for anyone with boot-fitting issues....

There's a point at which you have to take responsibility for the information I kinda hide from you.

New Natter title?

There's a point at which you have to take responsibility for the information I kinda hide from you.

Taking responsibility for ourselves? Why would we do that?

I like those boots, Jesse, but they don't make them in my size. Oh well.

I am trying to decide if I want to try to go back to sleep. (it kind of but not really worked earlier), or just suck it up and nap when I get home this afternoon.

Jesse's boots don't come in my size, either.

I went to a yoga class this morning - first one since we moved here - and I suspect my shoulders will be sore tomorrow and my arms all floppy. Go me?

Taking responsibility for ourselves? Why would we do that?

Right. It's not like we didn't have any place to point our fingers.

PC Richards is making me want to SCREAM. Idiot salesperson has been calling me every day with another reason I'm going to have to pay extra to get what he promised me (and charged me for) in the store on Tuesday. You'd think by this point he'd realize that I am (a) smarter than him and (b) a bitch who always wins in these situations.

Right now, I'm waiting for him to "see what he can do" about the fact that the free installation he promised me apparently only applies to the dryer, not the washer. Telling me "we never talked about the washer!" is such bullshit I don't even know where to begin. If he wants to charge me for installation, he can knock that amount off the price of the machines, end of story.

Very nice boots, Jesse! Kinda makes me miss NYC, where several types of comfortable black boots were pretty much my entire shoe wardrobe. My Los Angeles lifestyle does not really lead to boots-wearing. I am more of a Keds and Converse person these days.