Going to wait for a sale, I believe. $200 shoes != austerity budget.

None of my flings ever saw me in heels. Always at my roughing-it-est, which is funny.

God, I hate snot.

I want these: [link]

Those shoes are nice! I'd try wearing those, and I haven't tried heels in ages.

Oooh, nice shoes.

I am trying to console myself that even tho' the Fluevog boots I want are on sale (http://www.fluevog.com/code/?w=family%3AMinis&p=3&pp=1&view=detail&colourID=2419), there aren't any available in my size.

I love fluevog heels. By far the most comfortable heels I've ever worn. Which reminds me I need to get my mini's heel reattached. It got boxed up in the move and I'd forgotten about them.

Cocktail Party Physics discusses... cocktails. blithe spirits

The person most responsible for the spread of the cocktail's popularity, however, is Jeremiah (Jerry) Thomas, known as the father of mixology. He was a bartender who started out working in California during the old rush, then opened a saloon in New York City. He even toured Europe for a spell, equipped with his own silver bar tools. Nicknamed "professor" because of his exhaustive knowledge of all things related to mixing drinks, Thomas may well have been the bartender who first introduced the Martinez to the lucky miner during the California gold rush.

In 1862 Thomas published the seminal collection of cocktail recipes: The Bartender's Guide, also known as How to Mix Drinks, or The Bon Vivant's Companion. It contained recipes for the Martinez, the Tom Collins, the Brandy Daisy, the Fizz, the Flip, the Sour, and so on. Thomas was also a bit of a showman, able to juggle bottles behind the bar, for instance. And what could be showier than fire? His signature drink was the Blue Blazer, which involves lighting whiskey and passing it back and forth between two whiskey glasses, then sweetening with a bit of suagr and serving with a piece of lemon peel. Thomas was skilled enough to pass the burning liquid between glasses as much as a meter apart, creating a long blue arc of flame between them. Sadly, he lost his fortune toward the end of his life through failed speculation on Wall Street, and was forced to sell his most famous New York City saloon, located on Broadway between 21s and 22nd Streets. (Go there today and you'll find a Restoration Hardware on the site.)

I'm pondering these shoes [link] . I just bought a pair in black, without the cross stitch detail on the strap, but I really like the brown ones.

I wish I could wear these [link] . These confuse me [link] .

God, I hate snot.

So with you. I don't understand how the human body produces so much, nor where it comes from. I mean, when I don't have a cold, I'm not blowing out all this snot, because it's not there. So where does it hang out in between colds? (That's why I secretly believe it's BRAINS.)

ION, all my chores are done:
sheets and towels folded and put away
first load of dishes put away
second load of dishes washed
shower curtain scrubbed and attacked with bleach
money exchanged for groceries.

I also cooked a batch of edamame for lunches for the week, made my lunch, ground the coffee beans, and set up the coffeemaker.

As a reward for all that, we stopped for Indian food on the way back from the grocery store. Matar paneer and the best garlic naan I've ever had. And when I picked it up (carry-out), the woman handed me the bag and then a styrofoam coffee cup with a lid, and said, "This is from us to you."

The cup was really light, but I could tell something was in there. It wasn't hot, so I figured it wasn't extra rice or anything. Turns out it was a donut-hole-type thing made with coconut, with a sweet clear syrup in the bottom of the cup. I just had a tiny bit off the side, and it was overwhelmingly sweet. The Boy liked it, though. Still, bonus dessert thing! Must order from them again.

Yeah, I don't get the whole gladiator sandal thing.

Sounds like gulab jaman, Tep, aka Deep Fried Sugar In Sugar Sauce aka That Stuff Ethan Likes That Makes My Teeth Hurt Just Thinking About It.