Oh, that's Very Cute!

I will look there. (I've looked at Zappos & Bluefly - it's distressing how much money people will pay for really, deeply, ugly bags.)

That's why I tend to buy bags at Target -- because, much like my effect on my shoes, I'm really hard on handbags, and they get beaten up and wear out too often for me to justify paying more than $30 for them. (As a matter of fact, I hesitated over spending $28 on the one I just bought, because I know it's in for a tough life with me.)

Vegas didn't have that much hold on me—I think I spent 50¢ on the slots while I was there, and that was to give me an excuse to stay in the air-conditioned casino for a while before my hotel room opened up. If there's a next time, I'll make sure my room will be available sooner than 14 hours after my flight arrives.

Happy birthday Fred Pete !

Does anybody else wanna take all the different hot-chocolate-creating methods, try each and every one of them, then taste them all and compare and contrast and rank them and then taste some more?

yes

Happy Birthday, Fred Pete!

ION, my boss wants to take me to lunch to give me my performance review. Where should I go?

Man, people here are so unshy about having phone convos in public. The things I know about spouses and kids.

One guy calls his toddler twice a day--that's kind of cute. Woman in the cube next to me, when she's not complaining and being generally bitter is leaving kisses on her husband's voicemail which is considerably less cute to me.

Shareshareshare.

In a fit of desperation I grabbed a raisin oatmeal cookie at the cafe downstairs, and they're really pretty good! A bit on the sweet side, but well. I so did not need to know about them. Especially on a day where I neglected to bring fruit.

I was good and had carrots instead of the leftover pizza in the fridge.

Well, not instead. Before.

Meanwhile, we left Houston just in time to miss a tropical storm. I'm not too sorry about that, but I am going to miss rain.

people here are so unshy about having phone convos in public.

Many people who talk on their cell phones here behave as if nobody else can hear them but the person on the other side of the phone. It's almost like the "if I can't see them, then they can't see me" closing-eyes tactics, but in reverse, in a way.

I have no idea if it's an Israel thing or a cell phone thing or whatever.

I should mention that the pizza has a garlic white sauce, potato, cheese, red onion, basil, and truffle oil.

NOM NOM NOM.

I think it's a cell phone thing. Or perhaps just a phone thing, which I totally don't get. I HATE having anyone else overhear my phone conversations, even if they're the most boring check-in calls imaginable with my mom.

The most awkward cell phone conversation I wish I never had to listen to (but alas, the batteries to the portable CD player died) was when a guy in the seat behind me called another person, and after he asked the woman on the other side of the line if he's not interrupting anything: "Do you think one can change?".

I almost shrieked in my seat for the next 30 minutes of extreme self pseudo philosophical analysis. Jesus.