Someone once wrote PENIS on the dirt on the back window of my car. I hadn't parked badly or anything--the only thing I could think of was someone was complaining because I drove a big old Mercury.

My guess would be middle school kids.

"last day for sushi" in my paper desk calendar in April?

I actually know this one! That was the sushi place in Napa that you/we bought a living social deal for, and it expired in April.

I am supposed to be doing two things right now. The first one requires a partner in the DC office to call me back, but he is working at home today, so I think he might be sick, and in any case, he is not calling me back. The second one involves me learning something new that I really need to learn, but I don't wanna.

In other words, FCM: Thomas Gibson, Joe Mantegna, Matthew Gray Gubler

(I will just be over in the corner with Shemar Moore)

I can either wake up my housemate early to have him drive me to the train, where I have to figure which trains and transfers will get me to the plane on time, or I pay $34 for the shuttle that will pick me up at the house and drop me off at the terminal.

Is it too far to have your housemate drive you all the way to the airport?

Y'all, Bobby Jindal is running for president.

Yeah, I think I just convinced myself to take the shuttle.

My inner cheapskate has finally given up. Every time I listen to her, I end up in a miserable situation that would have been avoided by spending a little money. Now, as long as I can afford it, I spend the extra to make my life easier.

I am out of spoons. For once, that's not a metaphor; I need to run the dishwasher before I can have soup.

In other words, FCM: Thomas Gibson, Joe Mantegna, Matthew Gray Gubler

How can you do this to me? This is diabolical! eta I changed my mind. MGG is adorable but 17 years younger than me, so C MGG, Mantegna is 16 years older than me but adorable, so F Mantegna, and Gibson is one year older than me and I've had a crush on him forever, so M Gibson.

I hope I get to enjoy Bobby Jindal being humilated on a national stage.

I got tired of the clown-car farce of the Republican troupe of Presidential candidates the last time. I've lost my enthusiasm for watching them make fools of themselves in public.

Is it too far to have your housemate drive you all the way to the airport?

Actually, housemate works kind of near the airport, but I've observed his time management skills, and I don't want to spend the morning haranguing him to get out of the house on time. I didn't marry him or give birth to him, so that's not a place I want to go.

I'm definitely getting the shuttle home, because the train station is a couple of miles from the house, and the bus that goes by my house may well have stopped running by the time I get home at the "ungodly" hour of 7 PM.

Tucking is what immediately came to mind.

For some reason, the older I get, the more embarrassed I get when talking to 18 - 21 year old boys about their penises. I should try to delegate to my students!

In other words, FCM: Thomas Gibson, Joe Mantegna, Matthew Gray Gubler

THis is impossible because I LOVE MGG so much, but he is too young for me. I think I would C Thomas Gibson, M Joe Mantegna (because he seems cosy) and F MGG? But I would also want to take care of MGG and possibly feed him soup. And wrap him in scarves.

I once found a note I'd left myself with someone's first name and a number. The number was disconnected and I had no idea who that person was. I may be a sleeper agent.

A family friend once found a note in her husband's pants that said something really incriminating, with a phone number -- I wish I could remember what! Anyway, come to find out, it was a song lyric and the number of the radio station that he wanted to call to ask about the song. Crap, but what was it? Not "saving all my love for you," but something like that.