"But in this ever changing world in which we're living..."

I'm nearly certain it's "But IF this ever changing world..." No clue if it's "we're livin'" or "we live in," but the full line is "But if this every changing world in which we (whatever) makes you give it a cry, then live and let die."

Timelies all!

Meh. I've had a headache on and off all day, and Advil doesn't seem to help. Also, I have bug bites on my arms. (I sprayed bug repellent on them last night and still got nommed during dance practice.)

Teenager arrested after helping lost toddler. [link]

I know that in this paranoid world, you never approach a small child who is by herself, take her by the hand and walk out of a store with her in search of mommy.

But I am not 14 years old.

I am not Edwin.

Last week, Edwin went to the Burlington Coat Factory store on West Colonial Drive with his mother.

He saw a 3-year-old girl without a parent. If he had it to do all over again, if he could see the cops, the handcuffs, the TV cameras and the jail cell all awaiting him, I imagine the last thing he would have done was try to help her.

But he did.

I want to be able to go outside and pick a bowl of bacon. With cheesy potatoes.

My sister!

I'd give up the Francophone priest scenario from yesterday for this.

...whose language SOUNDS like English, but makes no sense.

megan, you need to come on one of the Wigglebutts walks with me anytime from mid-July to September. Blackberries GALORE. Last year I made a pie or cobbler nearly every week.

NOM. I am going to do that next week; yum. Serve with some vanilla ice cream.

I am pretty sure Jeremy Sisco was on the subway with us today. I kept staring.

How did I manage to cut my finger? Yes, I'm in the process of making dinner, but I wasn't actually cutting anything. I put two things on a cookie sheet and put them in the oven. And now there's blood.

The olallieberry place is very cool, and it's a gorgeous drive to get there.

Dinner tonight - olive oil, garlic, diced tomato, tortellini, and CSA spinach. NOM!!!

dinner tonight- hummus and pita bread. Then yoga. Then peach upside down cakes!!

Used to be, my boss's name was Lucy, my dog's name was Lucy, my brother's boss's name was Lucy, and my best friend had a coworker named Lucy. Bar conversation could get pretty complicated. (Also probably quite mystifying for any eavesdroppers).

Now I'm in a workplace where we habitually call everyone by their initials. My boss was already CV, and now my junior person got married and is now JZ.

The other I found humorous. This is somehow annoying and intrusive.