Heh - my food guidelines are more along the lines of "He can have chocolate milk if he wants, but if he drinks a whole restaurant portion he will probably throw up on you."

(For movies, I'm recommending they stay home & stick to DVDs, since the only age-appropriate thing in theatres right now is Spookley The Square Pumpkin, and I like my in-laws enough not to inflict that on them.)

since the only age-appropriate thing in theatres right now is Spookley The Square Pumpkin,

What do yo mean? Let Me In just opened.

I was working this morning! But it was fun, and yay junior highers.
 
And then I was fed my second buffet in sixteen hours. I only went up once. Yay me.
 
Ooh, and I have a butter bell and it has never fallen out! I let the butter soften on the counter a bit, and then I press it in. Then as I take the butter out, I guess I`m kinda pressing it in more with the knife? I dunno. It`s never been a problem. The only problem is that it becomes clear to me how much butter I`m eating, since the SO doesn`t use it.

There's also Red, which is perfect for grandparents to take a kid to see!

Thanks to New Inappropriately Young Guy, I missed Sunday morning entirely. We slept in until 1pm today (well, maybe not slept...) Seem to be hitting it off better with him than anyone I've gone out with in ages, so here's to cradle robbing.

Cradle Robbing Matt. Hmmm. New board name?

So, got up when my alarm went off, was amazed at the number of people on the road at 4:30am. Got CJ to his gate in plenty of time.

Oh, a sweet teenage boy moment. We had been sitting on the floor by the window waiting for his boarding group to be called. At one point I stood up, to stretch which prompted the following exchange...

CJ - Don't leave me yet. me - I was just stretching. You afraid sparkly vampires are going to get you while it is dark and you can't see them sparkle? CJ - (very quiet) yeah.

Ahhh, I'm good for something.

Came home, napped, then met Nicole for farmers market (mmmm, corn, white chocolate-mint bread, and roasted chilies), then off to Sephora with an unanticipated side stop at Bath and Body Works, and finally a pedicure (bright Halloween orange nails-hello).

It is so hard trying to find a new place. The salon we hit today was eh. They work to hard on the upsell. Will try a different place next time.

Happy belated birthday, JenP!

Aw, man, ita. I hope they get you squared away soon. That sounds horrible.

Ain't nothing wrong with young guys -- I have on myself. What's that Liz Phair song...?!

Ah, late breakfast that included bacon, potatoes, eggs and gravy, then to Half Price Books. Which is hiring. I'm going to apply -- a pittance is better than zero, which is what I'm currently bringing in.

There's quite the cradle-robbing contingent around here!

We had a butter bell growing up, Amy. I don't recall it ever plopping into the water. I loved that thing and would love another.

I've been up since 2 AM. Fuck this shit.

I am the robbed cradle! SO is seven years older than me, the exact age of my older sister, who was in college and out of the house for most of my adolescence. And creepily, the exact same age as my youth minister when I was a kid. The two of them get on famously, which I find weird! But then, Dave and the senior minister are also friends, which is also weird to me. Hello, my authority figures, people!

Nostalgia is weird. I realized that all my nostalgic points are places that have to do with music. Where my choir performed, where I took guitar lessons, the ancient stone church where my voice lessons/life mentoring sessions were.