I'm still shopping at the crazy expensive bra store. The lady looked at me balefully when I asked her for only bras under $100. I like my boobies, but not *that* much.

My sister and I wear the same size, but not really the same style.

Apparently Taco Bell's "meat" doesn't even meet the standards for taco meat filling--that needs to be 40% beef, minimum, and it's only 36%. Hey, Hil, you can almost eat it!

I thought the lingerie shop that does alterations was going to be crazy expensive but it's just normal expensive.

Apparently Taco Bell's "meat" doesn't even meet the standards for taco meat filling--that needs to be 40% beef, minimum, and it's only 36%. Hey, Hil, you can almost eat it!

Heh. Taco Bell is actually one of the best fast food places in terms of labeling their vegetarian things -- their website gives complete ingredient lists for everything, and you can get the lists at the restaurants. And, unlike most other fast food places, they don't put meat into vegetarian-looking things. (They were sued several years ago when a Hindu couple asked if the beans were vegetarian, and an employee said they were, so the couple got some bean burritos, and then found out that the beans were cooked with beef fat or beef broth or something. After that, they changed their recipes a bit to make sure that everything that looks vegetarian is.)

Currently, I am a complete waste of oxygen. I'm sooo sleepy am not interested in accomplishing anything. The obvious answer would be to go to bed, but I have a client appointment at 9pm. (different time zone)

I hope I'm not counted on to be brilliant because I'm not sure I can pull anything more than a dedicated ear.

I am grateful for the miracle that is antibiotics and pain relievers. They do, however, make me feel like dirt.

Blergh.

What can I do for the next 2 (WHOLE) hours that involves being a waste of space?

Bartleby has already been out, so that's not it.

I feel sick, and mysteriously have a cough, so I've been sleeping a lot today. I'm waiting to hear about the job I interviewed for and am frustrated that I haven't heard anything.

quester is my sister in frustration. I hope you feel better soon.

Thanks, bonny, you too!

Hey bonny! Sorry to hear you're not feeling well. I can keep you busy for, oh, 30 seconds - I gave Frankie a new toy (fleece owl) and he kept carrying it around and whining. He sometimes tries to take his stuffed toys outside, but I don't usually let him. Was he looking for a place to bury it, do you think?

Lulu used to do that in her younger days. If I gave her something really awesome, it was almost too much for her to handle. She would carry it around, and start whimpering, and then move it from place to place, looking for a place to bury it, and then worry that that hiding place wasn't good enough, and then move it again, and again, and repeat this over and over, for at least a day, until the novelty wore off. Almost as if I was going to steal it back from her because it was so GREAT. It kind of seemed like it ruined the enjoyment of whatever it was, at least at first.

Heh. Lucy was the same. We had to ban bones over like three or four inches long because they were so upsetting.