I have recently realized that my right leg is longer than my left leg. At first I thought it was just this one particular pair of pants, but I have realized it’s not. It’s my leg. I know by admitting this, it’s practically an open invitation to stare at my shoes/pants to see the difference. Oh well. It’s probably only noticeable to me anyway.

Mike and I used our last giftcard to go to Chili’s last night. We got out the door and realized we’d left the doggie bag on the table, so Mike turned around and went back to get it . . . and it was already gone. A minute. They had super-fast busboys last night, we suppose. They kindly made us a new plate of food, so both of us got to eat my leftovers instead of just enough for me.

I went to a scrapbook get-together last night and finished my most recent scrapbook. That’s my third book in almost four years. Go, me!

As a special tax return/early birthday present, I got one of these yesterday. What pushed me over the edge was an old CD I pulled out last week that the CD player in my car (not actually installed in my car . . . just a tape adapter with a walkman CD player that cuts off if it moves at all) wouldn’t play. Like Alisa, I am pretty sure the little guy needs a name. I wanted a pink one myself, but there was a silver one in an opened box, so we went with the 20% off. And just in time for the plane rides and lounging by the pool.

Last weekend I watched 13 Going on 30, which was okay (I have really high standards for my romantic comedies, and in the end it did pass, but I get really uncomfortable when I’m supposed to be rooting for a couple and one of them is engaged to someone else), but since then, Liz Phair’s “Why Can’t I” has been stuck in my head. Despite the crudeness of some of the lyrics, it’s a fun falling-in-love song.

Mike’s doing house-cleaning things today, because I didn’t get as much done as I wanted to. I always feel guilty when he has to spend a Saturday cleaning, even though it would be a perfectly acceptable way for me to spend my day off. hehe.

As far as the packing goes, I did some more this morning when I should have been getting ready for work. Now I just have to check a few last things and get my bathroom stuff in the morning. How foolish is it that I am planning to wear flip flops to the airport tomorrow? I know that it will be too cold. I also know that they will be super-easy to get through security and that when I get to Florida I’ll be glad I did.

See y’all on the flip side.

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