Okay, I have to stop sitting around and go run errands. I officially feel like a housewife.

But the errands involve getting cupcakes, so it's all good. (At the wedding, we each had half a cupcake apiece, and then I overzealously made people take leftover cupcakes home as they left [seriously; I was tipsy and kind of obnoxious about it], and realized I gave them all away, so we had no midnight cupcakes. So I promised I would go get cupcakes today to make up for our deficiency last weekend.)

Yeah, Plinko is misleading and the restriping is unrelated to The Price Is Right. It's just my day off!

Mountain-climbing yodeling guy FTW.

YES.

I miss watching The Price Is Right. It always reminds me of being home sick on my grandmother's sofabed, which she would only pull out if I were REALLY sick.

Man, why don't I get to see pretty gay men kissing commercials on tv? I'm sure there are plenty of pasta-eating gay men in the US. Don't they deserve targeted commercials too?

So, I had a really promising job interview on Tuesday (the FIFTH interview at this particular place) and the person conducting the search said he expected to call me by Friday to let me know one way or the other, and I cannot concentrate on a single thing except WHY IS MY PHONE NOT RINGING YET??

Don't they deserve targeted commercials too?

Hey, there's a gay couple on the most popular sitcom in the US. You need more?

Five interviews?!? That is bananas. I mean, unless you're about to be announced as the 10th member of the Supreme Court, in which case, congrats!

unless you're about to be announced as the 10th member of the Supreme Court

Or Google.

Oh, come on, the family in Home were the creepiest X-Files characters ever!

Heh. They were certainly disturbing but they didn't make my skin crawl the way Donnie Pfaster did. I think he was more creepy to me because he was more plausible, at least in his first episode. He was just a guy. Totally evil, but still just a guy. Later when they made him a bit more supernatural he didn't scare me quite as much.

Bob, from Twin Peaks, was the only one to cause me to lock my bedroom door though.

An insecure lady asked me about her age today. I tried to explain to her why I was bad at guessing ages.

"How old am I?"
"This is about me."
"I'm trying to explain to you why I can't answer *your* question. How old?"
"Early thirties?"
"So if I told you I thought you looked the same age as I do, you'd be okay with that, right?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm 44."
"I'd be *wounded* if you told me I looked 44!"

That's my nutshell, hun.