I only wear black shoes. I occasionally buy other colors, but really, I only wear the black ones. Ah well.
I am playing hooky! OK, actually I'm taking a sick day because I'm actually sick and it's negative degrees out, and I have an unrelated doctor's appointment this afternoon, but still. Not going to work. Man, I feel like shit, and am not sure I can handle going to the store for drugs.
I have this problem where I have no black shoes that I like. I really only have a pair of red shoes, so I just wear them with everything.
I really need more shoes.
I own both fluevog and remix shoes from my previous life. Unlike Holli, I love a whimsical heel. I will also say that Fluevog shoes are much better constructed than remix shoes and, at least for me, they last longer.
did someone else already post the adorable baby bats swaddled? So cute!
Man, gmail is being unreasonable: I just opened it up to send an email to a friend and it's telling me that my log on has expired and I need to login again - but it's been under a minute.
I have 2, possibly 3 copies of 10 years worth of mail now. Except only my archived copy of my original inbox. FUN. But far better than anticipated.
Jack LaLanne died, at age 96. One of the first comments on the NY Times article is speculating whether diet and exercise really make any difference, since he did so many of the things the way you're supposed to do them and "fell so short of living say, past 110 or so."
Comment number 11:
Jack's death is very discouraging. I thought that if anyone could achieve immortality by a combination of lifelong exercise and stringent adherence to a healthy diet, it would be him.
It's not like he died of a heart attack at 45 or something. The man lived to 96, and people are disappointed that he died so young?
Sure! My grandmother's already 91, and she's no health professional. This is proof that exercise and juicing do nothing!
I have found the upside to working with rude people who NEVER ask, on a Monday, how my weekend was. Now I don't have to tell them about Chloe and immediately burst into tears. Who knew working with rude gits would have its upside?
Jack LaLanne died, at age 96.
No way! At the gym, we were just talking about him the other day (and wondering if he was still alive). I feel like we jinxed him.