My mother had my best friend and me in for "shadow your parent at work day." She scared the beejesus out of us by paralyzing a rat and then...OMG, we were, like, 8. I was already scared of her, but that's when I decided she might kill me if I failed to live up to her expectations. A fear that persisted long enough, at least subconsciously, that I needed someone to tell me I didn't have to do a Master's, and then they had to hold my hand while I made that phone call home.

She's the good cop.

I would wear the hell out of this swimsuit. And I'm not even really a Star Wars fan.

It is cute!

Also cute, there's a brand new baby boy Brees! Still waiting on his name.

Que viva, Univision! I came to work off and on with my mom...Mom has a pretty solid Look of Death so I don't recall much screwing around in public.

I went to the store today and got up to the counter and realized I forgot my debit card. They rang it up and had me write my phone number on the receipt and sent me on my way. Nice to be known.

OMG hour 5 of 6 layover. Die clock die.

I wish there was a filter for "Facebooking under the influence". A baseball friend of mine just went nuts on Kelly's page. And knowing her, I won't be surprised if she were, ummmmm, enhanced.

Fuck yeah! Giants are closing in.

It's all over the city too. I went out to the grocery and the bar is spilling over with people, and I can hear it on the radio for the guys installing windows.

I wish there was a filter for "Facebooking under the influence".

If there were one, are you sure your friend would use it?

The idea would be for Kelly to use it. I think I defused the rant. I hope.

Giants are closing in.

Dear god, are you okay? Have they stomped on any houses?