So, my apartment is over the garage. It's a walkup with a cute curving staircase up to a small private patio and my stoop. My mailbox is down by the garage door.

I found a hairband on my stoop, and my own hair is three inches long.

WTF, neighbors? I don't go hang out on your deck. Maybe if I hadn't weeded my stairs you would have stayed the hell out of my space.

I think I'm going to change my lock again, because there's still the time when I let them house sit for me and they never gave back my key, but claimed they had put it in my mailbox.

I don't know; friends of a friend. I assume so.

Casper weeps every other day about not being in class with her best friend. But I hope she has some better influences in her class this year, and makes friends with people I like more. Dillo's best friend changed schools, but he brought home a strange girl's address and phone number from camp this week, so I am overall positive on his social prospects right now.

Mother's maiden name for a girl is pretty common, isn't it? Not in my family with our generations of hard to pronounce names, but I hear it's a thing that is done.

Today's shoes: [link] - off my feet because I am home. I love that when I opened up fickr I immediately got a stream of shoe pictures.

Today's was our employee sample sale. They aren't kidding with the bargains - my big ticket item was a roasting pan for $7. I'll give y'all a heads up before the next one in case anyone wants me to look for anything for them, now that I have some idea how it all works.

Got some sauvignon blanc chilling in the fridge and soon to have Saints football on the TV. Good day.

Hairbands get shot up into the air more than they just fall out of a ponytail, in my experience.

I just saw the Colbert story on Vacco, KY. Fantastic.

Quadruplets? I can't even imagine. Thompson does seem a bit weird as a girl name--if you gave me that list I might've guessed Elliott as the girl first!

I read a birth announcement at a work site the other day--a family that had four daughters already had another birth...of triplets, two girls and a boy. Good lord!

It crossed my mind, and I hope that's what it was.

Of course if there's a key floating around that you don't know who has it, changing the locks would be prudent.

Oh, right, Chris Kluwe is a Raider now. Nice punt, buddy.

Got another voicemail from a persistent plant donator (sp?) that said he was moving today, if we still wanted his plants. I figured wth, let me kill time driving to this dude's house. We load up, and then he offers to help unload and he'll walk back. I say sure, because I'm me, and therefore stupid.

He kind of looks like Guy Pearce, and has a very formal way of talking. The longer we sat in the truck talking, the more I heard in my head "That Ted Bundy was such a nice man. So polite and quiet".

This is after he said that I could turn off my Garmin and he'd take me the scenic route back.

While he's holding a spiky cactus in his lap.

I haven't been that uncomfortable since I was seventeen and had decided that sleeping in a strangers van seemed the better choice over the three people I'd have been sharing the small French bus station floor with (see: stupid, it apparently doesn't go away with age).