Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting

Two great things that go great together

A while back we checked this book out of the li-berry:

It combines two things near-and-dear to my heart: squirrels and anxiety.

I do not lie when I tell you that this book completely cracked me up. I ask you: what could be funnier than an OCD squirrel?

(Answer: pretty much nothing.)

Dude, this is a squirrel who comes prepared with hanitzier and a daily schedule more precise than my own.

That is a squirrel (and a book) after my own little germaphobic Type A little heart.

Firmly ensconced in my arsegroove

I'd really like my book, but it's upstairs. And right now, stairs are not my friend. I went to a new class at the gym on Tuesday night and my quads are still screaming in pain, especially when going down the stairs. If I could get away with sliding down on my butt a la a toddler, I totally would. Sadly, DH would yell at me for making the carpet come loose.

For the (embarrassing) record, I had to leave the class early. I almost vomited after the seventh solid minute of walking lunges with weights. Maria, she is trying to kill me.

But I digress. I've been reading "Say You're One of Them" and it's both beautiful and terrifying. The author is African and centers his stories around the daily lives of children in Kenya, Ethiopia, Rwanda. It's fiction, but you can sense the underlying reality and it's scary as hell.

Also scary as hell: the "documentary" on child brides I'm watching because I don't have my book. I cannot fathom getting married at 13. Hell, I didn't even think I wanted to get married at 23. It boggles my mind to think that in this country people are still getting married that young, without any cultural or religious imperative to do so. Of course one of the girls was from Kentucky (how could she NOT be? I mean, that would be breaking stereotype, which doesn't make for compelling trash tv...) and she said this of her guy: "The most thing I love about him is that he ain't mean to me." Just... wow.

I need to stop watching and go to bed before I rot away my remaining brain cells.

Brain vacation, here I come!

My copy of sTORI telling is on its way to the li-berry right now! Finally, the slow readers of this fine city have finished and it is my turn.

Also ready for pickup: "The three-legged cat" for Miss O. Many thanks to Trina  for that one. *snigger*

OMG the wait

There are STILL nine people ahead of me for the Tori Spelling autobiography.

Dude, who knew so many people (other than me) had such lowbrow reading habits?

Friday, Friday...

Although the day started off on a craptastic note (meeting at 7:45 am on my day off to talk about online help with the UK lab is never my idea of a great morning...), it ended up pretty well.

I tortured myself in House of Pain until she said "put the 8-pound weight between your knees for a two-minute plank." Then I was outta there. Plank for two minutes is evil enough. Clutching eight pounds of metal between my knees while doing it? Nuh unh.

T and I had lunch at Girasole - we ate outside and I had two glasses of Prosecco with my artichoke-and-pancetta ravioli in a spicy tomato sauce. Yum.

After gorging myself, I headed to The Gap. Because really, what makes trying on clothes more fun than being all belly bloated from a big lunch? I am such a glutton for punishment, truly. Luckily for my ego (and unluckily for my bank account), Gap's vanity sizing has gone for the gold. I was literally swimming in my usual number. Of course, I know deep down that my ass is still the very same size it's always been. *sigh*

Tonight is book group. Since none of us have actually READ the book this month and none of us can host, we're meeting at an Eeethernopian < /south park> restaurant. We have two within a block of each other, and alas this is the one I don't like so much. Oh well.

Oh, and my sister FINALLY scored us a wii from the base's Exchange. (You will remember her random "who wants a wii??" email from last fall...) Suhweet. Miss O and DH  will be thrilled. I will be thrilled once I buy me some wii dodgeball.

Because I am just that lowbrow

Yes, I really am waiting for 44 other people to read Tori Spelling's atrocious autobiography. At least I'm not the only one with such trashy tastes. :-)