until she happened upon the box with the Ikea tea lights.

They are sold in stacks in their bags. You can just stack up the cubes! Clearly they are meant to be bought in bulk.

::sigh::

Candles is pretty.

Well, Shir, I'm not sure how much you understand about Americans and road trips and the devil-may-care fantasies we've erected(huh, huh, I said "erected") about them. It's kind of a Thing.

I was feel depressed and stressed, so a large limb fell out of a tree and smashed a trellis.

Well, Shir, I'm not sure how much you understand about Americans and road trips and the devil-may-care fantasies we've erected(huh, huh, I said "erected") about them. It's kind of a Thing.

Never disrespect the unbelievable number of movies/TV show your culture has produced on this subject, which many were exposed to. Let alone Eurotrip.

Even in a country which stretches for 6 hours ride tops (north to south. West to east lasts about an hour and some), something about a roadtrip still makes me go giddy.

Edit: OMG, Ginger, what?!

Edit, the second: when it's late at night, English words have only one meaning. Guess which one I was reading in Ginger's post. Leaving it here for your entertainment.

Sorry, Shir. I didn't mean to give you a bedtime heart attack. I have a large piece of tree to deal with in my backyard. It also did some damage to an occupied birdhouse. I fear the survivors are going to have bird PTSD.

Oh no, Ginger. Watching DW's UK eps now took care of that.

That's true...I've only been on 66 once, myself...it's sort of the old-school route now, but we used it to go to Las Vegas. We tried to stop at this one place where Oprah got burgers but it was closed for the Christmas season.ETA: Doctor Who, right? Not my favorite DW, Domenic West(OMG, he makes instant coffee hawt! Although I had to laugh at the commenters that missed his McNulty voice...reverse paraphilia.) At first I thought West was Aussie...London + a bad Balmer twang= vaguely Australian effect to my ear(and someone from E, I think)

Yup, you`re definitely on my stomping ground. The "corner" in Winslow is the one ref`d in the Eagles song, not the four corners, which is not on your route. In Winslow you might enjoy La Posada, which is an old hotel cool for its architecture. but also interesting because of the macabre artwork of the hotelier`s wife. When you get to my slice, there are wonders like the giant concrete rabbit with a saddle so you can ride it for photographs. You`ll know you are there because of the huge yellow sign that says "Here it is." By that point lots of the mother road is unpassable, especially after our snows. You can take the stretch between Joe City and Jackrabbit, but the rest of it is mostly 40.

I'll have to admit at this stage that I have no idea whatsoever what Route 66 is, but a Dylan song.

Are you thinking of "Highway 61 Revisited"? Whole different road, though just as famous in its way since it's the route down into the delta south of the legendary bluesmen.

The enjoyment of my balcony (81 degrees and slightly muggy) is being impugned by the jackhole down the street who is blasting music out of his car that is parked on the street. I would expect it of a 20 something, but this guy is about 40.

I am attempting to be zen and enjoy my wine and the nice weather. ohhhhhhhhhm

Also, currently baking away is a lovely cod fillet covered in onions, fennel, tomatoes, olives, capers and a splash of white wine. I will make some couscous to go with it and add a nice drizzle of lemon infused olive oil to finish. I expect it to be nom. This helps with my calm.