Dear Tep: Do not be a smear on the highway.

I would trade your arm-scrape for Tim's sudden wakefulness and missing the divider wall.

I'm here for my weekly early morning Sunday shift--now with added fog! Massive fog. Thank god it was only me and two other people out on the highway.

I think this would look cute on someone with more pep than me.

OMG love. I usually have more pep than ita, right? like non cry at red lights shutdown trauma depression me, right?

sorry, autocorrect wants ita to be its.

Yikes, Steph! That's a lot of potential trouble and actual trouble in one trip home! Glad you made it into the house more or less OK.

I usually have more pep than ita, right? like non cry at red lights shutdown trauma depression me, right?

Right.

The "Let It Snow" easter egg on Google is pretty fun.

You can write your name in the frost!

(It might only work right on Firefox.)

Watching The Wizard of Oz for the first time with the kids and near the end Owen said, "All this just for shoes?" He has so much to learn about women.

Show him this, Cash: [link]
If flying monkeys were practical, I bet some collectors would be using them in lieu of a bidding war.

I am not cool enough for this. I kinda wish I was. But what do you wear with it?

Animal print dress?

Timelies all!

Another Sunday morning with Nova on my lap.

Dear Tep: Do not be a smear on the highway.

I would trade your arm-scrape for Tim's sudden wakefulness and missing the divider wall.

I definitely agree. From my passenger-side perspective, it was a really close miss. I mean I honestly can't believe we didn't hit it, or at least lose the driver's side mirror. Scared the bejeezus out of me.

My arm was just a tangible indicator that I am not invincible. Hurts like hell this morning. God bless ibuprofen. I feel like I should go check the house to see if I crumbled a brick into powder with my mighty fightin' elbow.

(My legs are also sore, but that's because I decided yesterday was a good day to resume weights at the gym, and I started with squats. I have unhappy quads right now. Mostly I feel like I got beaten with a sack of oranges.)

Steph, yikes, and I'm glad you're both OK in terms of not having hit anything on the highway, though I am not glad you have a banged up elbow.

All the pretties linked to this morning distracted me from... everything, so far. No! That's not true; I sent out one e-mail.

meara, I usually avoid those kinds of articles, too, and Jesse, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks about the way laundry co-mingles (in other than the normal, lights, darks, temperature ways).

There was something else...

Oh, yeah - I want to try the marshmallow vodka hot cocoa, and the bartender at my Wednesday night karaoke place in Balto. used to make something with whipped cream vodka that I loved. I miss Becca; she was the nicest woman, and she made the strongest yet most awesome tasting drinks.

Yow -- that was a TOO exciting night, Steph. I'm glad that you both came out of it no worse than a scraped (and bruised!) arm.

My big adventure of the morning was reinstalling Photoshop on my computer... it meant that I had to remap the CD drive to F:, which I got right on the first try! The cats wondered why I was doing a little chair-dance of tech triumph but wth.