Man, I already feel like I've done enough work for the day.

Jesse speaks for me. There were two rush questions in my Inbox from Professors who (literally) wanted things yesterday. Um, no. Library closed! So this morning I have been interpreting Canadian law and a treaty between the US/Poland. Joy.

In between I complained to the yoga studio I went to last week that the teacher didn't teach. While not the worst classes I've ever been to, I'd still like to learn something for my money.

In between I complained to the yoga studio I went to last week that the teacher didn't teach.

What did she do???

I went to a class on Sunday where the teacher pissed me off by referring to what "veteran" students should be able to do and what "new" students should do. Guess what? I've been practicing for several years now and my quads are tight and I can't grab my ankles in bow pose. (My friend who is a yoga instructor who took the class with me also hated the teacher's dialogue.)

Matilda is out in the living room now shouting eagerly at hockey players on TV ("WHADIDAT!") and earlier this morning, when I came back into the bedroom from taking a shower, she was cuddled up in bed with David and her teddy bear, and she and David were making bear-claw hands and whispering, "raaar!" very softly into each other's ears.

DED FROM CUTE!

Desk/cocktail bar from 1947

I want one! Actually, this is pretty fantastic, too:

The Bentley's rear seat armrests have concealed cocktail shakers and glasses, canapes, nuts and olives. Two fold-out tables on the rear seat allow you to savor these goodies in lazy leisure. Converting the seats to beds, you have a six-foot, six-inch station wagon -- a dream on wheels.

Truly, it was a wondrous time. Every object you owned might have cocktails hidden inside!

What did she do???

I knew I was in trouble when her make-up was freshly applied and she came to class with a bulky necklace on (pretty, but, not for yoga!)

It's what she didn't do. When she introduced a new pose, she demonstrated, but never said anything about hand/foot/body placement or weight distribution, or talked about what muscles we should be using, what the pose did, etc.

Ghost In A Bottle: Yours For $20

If you've ever had a hankering to own your very own ghost, a Floridian man is selling the handily packaged "Ghost In A Bottle" for a very reasonable price of $20.

According to Tampa Bays 10's article on the Ghost In A Bottle:

The owner says he partnered with actual ghostbusters who catch the spirits around the country in haunted homes and graveyards. The ghost catchers turn over the ghouls to him and he sticks them into bottles.

And don't worry about any poltergeist-esque occurrences, according to owner John Deese, the Ghost In A Bottle is perfectly safe because "spirits are not that scary if properly 'bottled.'"

However, all bets are off should you decide to ignore the prominently displayed "open at your own risk" warning. According to UPI.com, "That would let the ghost back out, said John Deese, who vows that his team finds the ghosts in "haunted establishments, cars, hotels, maybe even graveyards."

People who have opened the bottles claim that "strange stuff was happening in their house."

Someone I hate signed his email with his initials "ew". I was like "EXACTLY, ew!"

Hmm.

t reconsiders Edmund and Eleanor as first choice names for as yet hypothetical second child

I am back from the family wedding in the Big Hot Muggy. Amazingly, my parents are also still with us (though it was a near thing when Dad said "One down, two to go!" to the bride's mother at the reception). I hadn't met the groom in person before this weekend, but his choice of groom's cake convinces me he will fit right in with us.

I also remember very vividly why I don't go on vacations with my parents any more. Scheduling two extra leave days to rest up afterwards is looking like a much wiser decision now that I'm back.

In addition to jet-packs and flying cars, another thing I expected to have as an adult is the office cocktail bar.

This reminds me of the house my friend D's parents had in PA where I stayed one weekend. It was like a cross between the Playboy mansion and the Brady house (with a stunningly gorgeous view of the nuclear power plant in the back yard). In addition to a home movie theater (complete with movie theater seats) that also had a sitdown bar (and for some reason a ginormous Hammond organ), the kitchen had pop-up mixers, and the living room had bookshelves that opened up to reveal a full wet bar. Just an outrageous 60s/70s relic.

I have another month free of netflix offer if anyone is not yet using Netflix and wants to try it out.