Sophia, that's really cool. Even without more money, although I think you certainly deserve it.

I just pouted and wrinkled my nose to get a 10% discount. I feel I should turn my grown-woman card in. I also think I could surely have gotten the same services cheaper elsewhere, I just couldn't be arsed to find another cobbler.

My parents took me out for a celebratory dinner, and it was across the street from a place I ate a couple of weeks ago, and next door to the barber shop owned by a guy I know from high school. Not a neighborhood I had ever thought much of before the other week!

And yet, whatever the neighbors are cooking (something cheesy) smells so good, I can't take it. I'm full of gumbo! And pie! I certainly don't need any cheese.

Oh, and it today's WTFF, friend was watching something on the history channel and came across a completely bizarre "HST runs on whale oil" statement or something remarkably like. It made no sense.

Liese, hee! I'm happy to convert the willing. I know it isn't for everyone, but it's made a big difference in how I feel physically and mentally.

OK, this is damn cool: [link] It's a few blocks from me (Waverly starts about a block or so west and 3 #d streets south of me.) Center website: [link]

Dude.

The Tudors is just filled with all sorts of sexing and nekkid, isn't it?

Sometimes there are beheadings!

Yes, Aims. Despite my love for both Jonathon Rhys Meyers and sex, I find it difficult to watch. Mostly because I tend to picture JRM running in Bend it Like Beckham, and sort of meld that in my head with Henry VIII, and it just makes me giggle.

And joustings! And ficarific wrestling matches with the French king!