See, Dita's behavior is why I ALWAYS put laundry away. It goes from dryer to hanger to closet without a stop in between. Which is what I just did.

Stripped 3 of the awkwardist spindles, 3 more of their breathren before I hit the second floor. I hate the spindles at the top of the step, I just can't get any leverage and my hands protest.

For a wedding present? I don't think so. How close are you?

We're super-close. Otherwise, she's going to get a refund on her credit card, and send me a check to pay back what I already paid her, and then I'm going to put money into her "honey fund." It just seems like I could cut out the middleman! I realize this may be overly tacky. But I also think she might just be OK with it.

Oh, in that case maybe.

If you're close to her, I wouldn't sweat it. But I'm a lot less formal than most.

At the store today I saw UCLA chips. And USC chips. I would have taken a pic but the food demo lady was making me self-conscious.

Eh, I'll just tell her that she'll be getting the refund and see if she connects the dots.

From my middle sister's Facebook update, where she commented on an old friend's status. This is life in Greene County, Pennsylvania, wherein such things are possible as saying: "scrubbing poop off a show cow's butt". I'm still being amused at the idea of show cows.

Spherical ice cubes don't melt as fast as cube-cube ones because of the lower surface area. ("Don't dilute your drink" is absurd, though - they just dilute it slower.)

It's especially absurd since proper dilution is the key to making good cocktails. That's why you give a shit about whether your cocktail is stirred or shaken. It's also what makes a cocktail taste especially silken and why Alberta bothers to chip her own ice from a big ass block.

Clementine Izze is just the tastiest thing.

The Hawaiian mango soda that I tried was decent. Not as sugary was I was expecting.

Clementine Izze is just the tastiest thing.

OOH.