Mario Badescu's online three samples per order is my travel life saviour.

I have about a million Mario Badescu tiny containers! My friend carries that line at her store so I'm forever getting samples of stuff.

Halp, y'all. I'm feeling weirdly restless and overwhelmed and yet like I haven't done enough.

I'm thrilled that I'm only a week away from the book release and panicked that everyone's going to hate it and it's going to tank as badly as the previous two did, sales-wise and that my career as a writer will be over and that She Who Will Not Be Named will get the last laugh.

I know, I know... I'm being a total Neurotic Writer Drama Llama and I hate it, but I just feel as if I have poison ivy or something trapped beneath my skin and I just can't stop.

Jet Blue is having a one day sale. Certain restrictions, blah blah blah

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I still think I will skip the scanners (very, very politely) if it comes up.

Given the choice between the embarrassment of the not-really-a-nudie-but-look-at-all-your-fat picture or the would-qualify-as-sexual-assault-if-you-hadn't-consented-to-it groping, I'd have to pick the nudie pic. There ain't enough therapy in the world that would get me to willingly let a stranger touch my genitals. I don't give a shit that it's through clothes; it's still Wrong Touching.

Barb - does it ever help to go for a walk and listen to something (like a book on tape that is not at all reminiscent of your work, or she who shall not be named) to distract the brain?

Toothpaste is my biggest fluid issue. I can't find my brand in travel sizes, and when I switch up, my teeth feel unclean and my mouth tastes funny.

I am considering giving up the travel sizes of toothpaste I don't like and just squishing some into little containers. Man, the Container Store loves me. It's how I have travel-approved sizes of a lot of things.

A Short History of Corsetry

I am holding out for Harry and can not WAIT!! for the wedding. I'll get freaking cable just for that. So very excited.

Dear Kate M.:

Learn from your deceased mother-in-law and di not use silk taffetta. Wrinkles like crazy in a horse drawn carriage.

Love,
Aimee who is anxiously awaiting her invite and her new piece of comemorative china

Day off for me; work for Andi.

Have repaired washing machine.

Eating a big salad. Next stop? Wal-Mart.

Funeral is on Saturday, I'm trying to book a motel room. Only $5 off for AAA members, really? Sheesh.

The whole TSA game is crazy. Who knows what long term exposure to those scanners will do. In my case I've been through 3 TSA screenings in the past 7 days, with another one tomorrow morning. So far I haven't been pulled for the full body scan, or the grope, but I'm sure it will happen soon enough. It doesn't make anything safer, and it is intrusive, but I wouldn't dare even raise a question about it. The simple fact is the average TSA agent is underpaid, abused, and has a lot of power. That is a bad combination. It is within the power of the TSA to have someone placed on the Do Not Fly list and the appeal process is byzantine at best. I've watched them get nasty with people who ask a simple question, so I try to always have a smile on my face and just get the hell through, because I'm stuck. If I can't fly, it's a major impact on my livelihood, which sucks.