So I'm eavesdropping on a German class, and I'm finding myself utterly weirded out that (a) I still more or less understand what the teacher is saying about East and West Germany and (b) THESE KIDS WEREN'T BORN when East Germany existed.

Also, bon bon!!!! How was the move? How's the west coast life? How's the Bob? Have you stuck labels on him?

Whenever I get a label maker, the first thing I usually do is make a label that says "label maker".

I don't have a label maker, but my brain shorted out with glee when I realized that the super-cheap melamine cabinets in my kitchen work with dry-erase markers.

Here is the other smart thing I did with the label maker, though this was weeks ago: labeled the power cords for stuff like the cordless drill, electric scissors, stuff that looks identical but isn't.

How was the move? How's the west coast life? How's the Bob? Have you stuck labels on him?

Ugh. It's over, but I'm not sure I'm going to do that again any time soon. The Valley is hot, and not conducive to being a pedestrian, but the food is cheap. Bob is suffering because I keep trying to label his file folders so he doesn't do stuff like, say, throw away his first paycheck from the university. Which he did.

I fear if I had a label maker today, people would be walking around with thingies on their forehead saying "moron", "idiot","wtf?", "WHY"

And the stupid piece of equipment making me mental would be covered with "WORKDAMNIT!STUPID!HATE!"

So. Just as well I don't.

bon, did you get married yet?

Later this month. The current wedding stress is that fewer people are coming than we expected-- like a lot fewer. I'm going to assume it's the economy, and not our noxious personalities. But I still have a catering minimum to meet, so I'm putting out A LOT more food and alcohol per guest than I expected, and I have to find all that food and alcohol somewhere. Everyone gets a magnum of Dom at the bon Bob nuptials!

At the bookstore on Wednesday night, we found two copies of the Wall Street Journal in the cafe. A few weeks ago, we changed our newspaper policy from "out in the open so anyone can pick one up, bring it to the cafe, read through it, and then leave it in a messy pile so we can't sell it later" to "behind the register for sale only," so having two copies lying around confused us mightily.

A new employee was working the register that morning, so he could have just handed them out for reading instead of selling them. So, I labeled the hell out of the newspaper section behind the counter for all the newbies and to clarify the policy for the customers (a few of whom have bitched about the change to me). I love working with that label maker!!

Kathy, you know, I've been wondering about bookstores' losses from things getting trashed that way. It seems every time I get coffee at a bookstore, there are people with piles of books, magazines, newspapers, etc., which they read, crumple, spill coffee on and so on ... and then leave them on the table. Since I always carry at least one book with me, I don't understand this.