Indeed. And my TV overheated or something so I'm just trying to figure out how to respond to somebody on Match.com. Exciting night!

I made the mistake of rewatching the local special about the Orly crash [link] which is so sad. It's hard to know what Atlanta would have been like without it. There was one couple who always traveled on separate planes because the wife was afraid of a crash that would orphan their children. They interviewed her husband, who was at Orly waiting for his later flight and watched the plane she was on crash.

I just found my missing ledger in the first place I had looked for it when I noticed it was missing. I wonder if the thief was wracked with guilt. Either that or we have house imps. Last week we called a plumber and when he left, the adapter he had unplugged to plug in his extension cord was missing. He swore at me for asking him if he might have taken it by mistake and D pulled out the washer and dryer and looked underneath them but couldn't find it. Two days later I was doing laundry and there it was in plain sight between the two machines.

House imps. Gotta be.

Oh.My.God, I've forgotten how much sheer damn fun I had when I worked on the radio station in college.

I'm listening to Blue Oyster Cult, bits from Fire of an Unknown Origin.

Joan Crawford has risen from the grave.

Holy god, I'd forgotten how much that damn song rocked, and I remember putting it on the BIG speakers and the entire station singing along . . .

'scuse me while I play some air guitar and feel 20 years old again.

The fat lady laughs, gentlemen, start your trucks.

I need to be packing. Instead, I'm taking 10 years to pay my bills (so darned depressing). Must pack.

I feel your pain, Laga. I have house gnomes that follow me from home to home. The Aunts never believed me until they had an encounter with the gnomes while I was in Portland. The Aunts were installing tile in my bathroom and Aunt Teri placed her tape measure behind her on the carpet. When she turned around to retrieve the tape measure, not more than two minutes later, it was gone. They looked everywhere for it and never found it.

Long story short (too late), The Aunts don't blame me for losing shit anymore. And as long as the house gnomes leave my keys and books alone, they can hang.

Suzi, Mike works on Saturday so I'm all yours if you need me to help with anything.

I'll take you, Nicole. Not sure what I need yet - but I know I'm needy.

Not even going to try to close a tag on that. Needy R Me.

{{{Suzi}}}

You have every right to be needy at this moment. It's not like you're whinging about a hangnail.

I'm just sorry I'm not close enough to help you.

Thanks Maria. I'm just freaking more than I have been - I fly out at 6am tomorrow to house hunt. I have two appointments set for tomorrow already.

Clothes are packed, but not all the "other stuff". Working on maps. AND K-Bug is making me watch 27 Dresses with her while I'm doing this.