That's right, a martini with a thin slice of beef.

The bar we played at in Vegas had Bacontinis. Or, they had some kind of liquor, I'd guess vodka, made with bacon that they served shots of in plastic cups and billed them as "bacontinis."

I did not try any. Several friends did and thought they were pretty disgusting.

See, now I *know* you're just making shit up to freak me out. Nobody's kids are that tall.

My 14-yr-old nephew is already taller than me (and I'm 5'8"). Le sigh.

I do not understand why people think that repeatedly saying "Hello?" at an empty reception desk will make a receptionist pop into existence like an I Dream of Jeannie episode or a girl inside a giant cake.

The inside of my nose is maybe denumbing? Or just partially numb? Anyway, it feels like I'm snorting a chlorine pool. Is kinda not comfortable.

Coming soon on the Colbert Report

I almost had a heart attack because I thought it was gonna be me.

Wouldn't you know that before the news services?

I almost had a heart attack because I thought it was gonna be me.

I must admit that my first thought was, "Paperdol has a secret fear of bears?" And then came the Vampire People. Not quite like ice weasels.

I must admit that my first thought was, "Paperdol has a secret fear of bears?"

Yeah, I was thinking, "She's probably pretty safe there in LA...."

My paranoia is EPIC.

Mac and I left the house at 9:15 for a Dr. Appt. to get his new cast. We got back at 3.

Things I hate about today in order I dealt with them:"
- rain
- non-working subway elevators
- extreme delays at Dr. office
- curt nurse removing stiches from VERY SCARED boy
- rain
- people at the handicap table in McD who are not handicap and not eating
- trying to get cab in rain
- cab driver not knowing Queens
- cab driver doing the accellerate then brake thing
- summer school losing one of mac's crutches
- throwing up
- work breathing down my MFing neck