Congrats to Jon and FAQWife!

Happy Birthday Burrell and Calli!

Thanks, all!

Calli, it's your birthday? We should do something!

Ya know, I was thinking of lighting the firepit this Saturday evening, weather permitting. Get some wine, maybe hook up Anny's speakers to my iPad, and have a nice mellow celebration.

Also, Happy Birthday Burrell!

I think some here would appreciate this giggle.

Happiest of birthdays to Burrell and Calli.

Can I go back to sleep now? Please?

Hubby was at the temporary Halloween store in town, and when he was in line he noticed a woman who looked familiar. She caught him staring at her and gave him a mild stink eye. Hubby said, "This will sound odd, but do I look familiar to you?" (His memory is crap anymore, and the oddest people from his past crop up and he doesn't always recognize them.)

The woman laughed and said, "With a line like that, I would remember you, but no."

They chat a moment, then get to the registers, where the cashiers all go Squee! and say to the woman, "Oh, we love your music! I have all your CDs!"

Hubby says, as the woman gets progressively more uncomfortable, "Wouldn't you rather act a bit more professionally? She's here to buy something--and I don't think she's going to sign your iPod," he adds to a clerk who was clutching an iPod.

The woman peers suspiciously at him. "You know who I am."

He shrugs. "I recognized your laugh."

At this point in the story, I ask, "Who was it?"

"Loreena McKennit." (We have all her CDs, too.)

Loreena said, "But I don't laugh on my albums."

"You laugh like you sing."

So they chat a bit while paying for their stuff. She's in town working on something. Hubby thought she could have been a touch more gracious towards the gushing people who keep her in business, but that she was quite nice otherwise.

Welcome, AWB!

Average White Band. Baby!

Cool beans on the Loreena McKennit encounter. I bet she remembers "You laugh like you sing."

Happy birthday, Burrell!

Happy birthhday, Calli!

Oy, Matilda had me up three tims between 4am and 5am, and then we overslept and had to go race around to get to school I'm staggering with fatigue.

I think Buffistas who need cheering up might like this series of pictures of Daleks in various literary properties: [link]

Hubby can be quite charming when he chooses to be. Though he sometimes gets a little close to the "Is this creepy old guy flirting with me?" line, in my opinion. But now I realize that all the older men who I thought were creepy were probably unwilling to admit that pretty young things weren't going to be impressed by the charm that worked in the past.

Ya know, I was thinking of lighting the firepit this Saturday evening, weather permitting. Get some wine, maybe hook up Anny's speakers to my iPad, and have a nice mellow celebration.

Sounds great!

I just has someone show up 45 minutes early for an interview. Um, go get a cuppa?

Well, points for being early, although 45 minutes is a bit much. Although, considering what commuting is like today (I-95 falling apart, Metro's usual snafus), they probably allowed time for the worst to happen.