I'm with Dana.

Quite frankly, I don't either.

Gotcha.

Emily, I wouldn't go either, unless I knew exactly what the people planning it thought of as fun things to do in their not work lives. The element of surprise seems unnecessary here.

b) they won't tell us what awesome fun thing they have planned for us

Good call on opting out. Surprise Awesome Fun almost never is.

Thanks! I feel like it's the right decision, but I also feel like Not a Team Player, so I'll take all the validation I can get. They're just making announcements about leaving now.

Jesus fuck. I think I finally understand what's going on here. Cheney clearly has somehow perfected a way to transfer GWB's brain into a new candidate:

In Israel yesterday, NBC’s Lauren Appelbaum reports, Lieberman once again intervened when McCain made an incorrect reference about the Jewish holiday Purim -- by calling the holiday "their version of Halloween here."

when McCain made an incorrect reference about the Jewish holiday Purim -- by calling the holiday "their version of Halloween here."

...what? WHAT?

Is he senile? Or just ignorant?

"their version of Halloween here."

...

Aims and I were talking about the housing thing on the drive home last night.

Now, this is a simplistic view of things and I totally get how people got suckered into a "great deal" that ended up being a "suckapalooza". This Is Not A Judgement.

But I recalled that, back before it all went to hell, somebody (one of our friends, I don't recall which one) was talking up the prospect of buying a home with an ARM and something in me went "What? No."

Just based on the "Adjustable" part. Because who's adjusting it? Me? No...somebody else. And I'm all paranoid and cynical and thought "No...I like to know what I will be paying and stick with that. I don't want somebody yoinking me out of the blue with 'Turns out George, our Investment Guy, was hungover one day and made some spectacularly poor choices and so we need more money and so we're adjusting your rate to Infinity Plus Two. Sorry.'"

Again, though, that's more of a native fear of arbitrary change and a distrust of people who aren't me than, you know...savvy or smarts. Because, as I said to Aimee, it's also entirely possible that a smooooove salesman could have talked me into signing by pooh-poohing the aformentioned Paranoia and Cynicism and dazzling me with all sorts of confusing jargon and "math" and flow-charts and a laser-light show. *I* sure as hell don't know what I'm doing and buying a car freaks me out when they pull out multi-page forms with tiny type.

Which inevitably leads me to a muddled pointless confusing conclusion, but, hey, I'm bored and there's the Internet and I got time...

Thanks for listening!

Where the air is clear, and there are many, many cows.

Hmm, I didn't think those two things went together.