Yeah, but then when I read the book recently, I had totally forgotten, and was surprised when it happened. Good times.

Glad to know I'm not alone on that boat.

It was just comical. I could practically feel the empty space where the password was kept.

Devi's being mean to both the cats. It's gotta be all the boxes and confusion.

I was 5'6" when I was 10. I just never got any taller. After I towered over everyone in my class for a couple of years, it took me several more years to realize that I was not, in fact, tall. This realization was not aided by the fact that most of my female relatives are about 5 feet tall.

it's an ad for low-calorie, low-sugar orange juice. Which I find deeply bizarre.

It's watered-down orange juice with artificial sweetener. I usually water down juice anyway, because it's too sweet for me. You can get twice as much watered-down juice by doing your own diluting, plus you can skip the dubious benefit of sucralose. The concept just baffles me.

I was 5'2" when I was 10. And never got any taller. Of course I "became a woman" when I was nine.

I can't water down orange juice. Cranberry? Grape? Sure. But then adding sucralose? Ick.

Also weird--this season's The Unit.

When we were kids, we used to drink Welch's grape juice mixed with 50/50 soda, which produced a really refreshing fizzy fruity drink.

I'm 5'2", and I'm boggled by how many women I am taller than when I go to the grocery store. And it's not just the little immigrant ladies.

I was 5'6" when I was 10. I just never got any taller. After I towered over everyone in my class for a couple of years, it took me several more years to realize that I was not, in fact, tall.

Huh. Never mind the actual numbers, you definitely carry yourself like a tall person, Ginger, because I'm positive we have met F2F not just once but several times, and I could've sworn you were at least 5'8".

I was always one of the shorter people in my class, right through high school; I may even have put on an extra inch or two in my first year and a half of college. I'm always startled that anyone is shorter than me. I'm the second shortest woman in my family, and definitely take after my dad's side.

The other day on the subway, I was sitting down, and there was a woman standing in front of me. I was thinking that she was an enormous woman....until I stood up, and we were about the same size. Maybe she was a leeetle bit bigger than me. But still. Oops.

Studies show that we are forgetful before a move and for about six weeks or so afterwards, so I was told by a psychologist once. It's the whole discombobulation thing. Just expect it, because there's no way to avoid it and nothing you can do about it.

So I guess I have an excuse for forgetting to switch my office key to my new key ring, thereby not being able to unlock and use my computer at work today.