You know, I should be over reviews that don't say anything, but when I get a Google Alert for Accent and the only comment is "Not great," I can't help but wince and blink back a few tears.

I mean, I don't care if they don't like it, but sheesh, I think I rate more than a two word review. But then I remind myself the entire "review" (of several books) is full of horrible misspellings and this is someone who purports to be a writer and editor.

So I'll attempt to sit back and feel smug that I at least make it a point to spell everything correctly, even if it's just about Cabana Boys in my blog.

Still... feeling tenderish and stupidly sensitive.

But on the happy making front, a conversation with my daughter:

In the car, the Doobie Brothers comes on ("What a Fool Believes" for anyone keeping score.)

Abby starts bebopping and says, "I love their name, Mom-- it just sounds so bouncy and fun!"

I'm fighting a smile at this point.

"I don't know what is, but there's something about 'Doobie' that makes me feel all fizzy and happy inside!"

• cue muffled choking

And you thought your macro lense got some nice close-ups:

That is so fucking cool!

I have a new lunchbox and freecycled my old one.

I tried going without the ankle brace today, which was a very bad idea.

My advisor started today's meeting with, "Looks like you've been doing some work."

"I don't know what is, but there's something about 'Doobie' that makes me feel all fizzy and happy inside!"

snerk

Pictures from my Ohio weekend: [link]

ETA to mention there is a picture in there that I took and posted specifically for JZ!

"I don't know what is, but there's something about 'Doobie' that makes me feel all fizzy and happy inside!"

So, it the category of WTF. I get an e-mail from first former classmate of my first HS. The one I only went to for half my freshman year. A PayPal bil for $95 for one ticket to an event I RSVP'd I couldn't attend. Um. I clicked "NO", WTF is up with a bill???

Ow. I should know better than to not wear my ankle brace.

Two more weeks until I see the doctor.

Omnis, that bill is very odd.

In other weird financial news, I got a letter informing me that I have received my student loan check. I have not, in fact, received that check. I also got something called "Plain Language Disclosure" which is two sides of a sheet of paper in what looks like 8-point type. Finance is confusing.

The hell, omnis? People have got to stop being irksome at you.

Nora: TOES. NOM NOM NOM. I knew what the picture would be even before I saw it! Also, my God, you're not only as pretty as usual, but your hair is ridiculously shiny and gorgeous in all those pictures. Maybe it was the strategic accessorizing with a nearly bald infant, or extra vitamins, or vacation glow, or something, but...pretty!

Single molecule photo is awesome. So is how they took it. It gives me shivers - this is what we're made of, these tiny shimmery bits, and what they're made of, and what that's made of, until it's all so small there's nothing there at all, and what does that make us, if we're somethings built out of little nothings?

Aims, good plan. She gets to decide what happens at the cabin, but you get to decide whether you go there.

Doobie Doobie Doo.

I took Tramadol. It is, so far, doing absolutely nothing.

I am an idiot. I should know better than this. Last time I tried not wearing the brace, the same thing happened.

I want a cupcake.