Oh my gravy, y'all, I was right at the point of fish or cut bait with the report I'm working on and then I figured out where the last bit was off. THANK DOG!

Now to move on to Stage Two and see if I can finish off this mother. And somewhere in the middle of that, I have to go to rehearsal (even though I'm not playing this week because they changed the date from Saturday to Sunday) and help them audition vocalists. And clean the house. And pack. OMG.

My nose is bigger than ideal (especially when paired with an underperforming chin), but I'm nowhere near vain enough to actually undergo surgery to improve it. Plus, my best angle is the one I see in the mirror, which cuts down on self consciousness as long as I avoid being photographed in profile.

ita, your nose is fine. It is you who are crazy.

OK, Colbert's recipes from last night's show are sounding really good to me. I'm pretty sure this is a problem of some sort.

My nose is my favorite facial feature.

You should look at your smile again. Also the eyes.

The Zmayhemi are back from Noe Valley and The Mission.

Got cherry chocolate bread at Noe Valley Bakery, poked around at stores. Had Burritos at Little Chihuahua.

Then got back in the car and scored excellent parking by Bi-Rite Creamery. Ice cream all around (literally in Matilda's case), then we walked down to Valencia and wound up spending a lot of time at the Paxton Gate Curiosities for Kid's Store. Emmett bought a rather fearsome looking slingshot which he will undoubtedly use to break something expensive, or otherwise piss me off.

I think we're going to get the little Advent Calendar Cabinet thingie they had at the kid's store. It's a small wooden tree shape with lots of little drawers so you can put little treats inside. It's plain pine so JZ can paint it some fun stuff and then we'll have a re-usable advent calendar for every year.

No lemon. I've always hated lemon in my ice water. I'll send it back, and don't take the lemon off the rim and bring it back to me, I can smell the oil on the rim.

Beverly, you are dead to me. DED.

I love lemon more than anyone I know. I buy probably 5-6 of the large bottle of juice a month. I use it in tea and water, in cooking, and occasionally just swig it straight from the bottle, cold.

I stopped eating lemons in my late 20's, because it just destroyed my front teeth enamel and I had to get veneers, but I'll have a couple, halved, with salt a few times a year. As a kid, I would segment them, like an orange, and sprinkle with salt, and I could eat a bag in a day that way.

William-Sonoma has Meyer lemon juice in bottles and I frickin' love that. If it weren't so pricey, I'd indulge more often.

If I could get a job as a lemon sommlier, I'd do it.

occasionally just swig it straight from the bottle, cold.

Lemon juice? Straight?

I am staring, but I'm not sure if it's in awe or in horror.

bon, I can always rely on you to...to something.

I hate lemon.

::waits for Erin to shun her::

bon, I can always rely on you to...to something.

Anytime!