Ladies' Paradise

Everyone knows that cinnamon Altoids are the best. It's a little-contested fact.

It's also a little-contested fact that I am often tempted, tantalized, and convinced into a purchase because of a flashy and well-placed "new!" or "new and improved!"

And that's how I ended up buying a box of "NEW" Cool Honey Altoids at CVS last week.

Yuck.

Tubular

This dog just fell off its surf board. This dog surfs?

Hahahahahahah.

God Answers Kneemail

About once a week the baptist church on the corner changes its marquee sign. Always good for a smile...

*********************************

Oh, and I'd like to interrupt our regularly scheduled program to note that the World Cup starts in 2 days, 18 hours and 39 minutes.

I'll be firmly situated on my couch. Where will you be?

New Hamptons

Back in my single days, I would (along with our friends) ascribe Yachting to be Blake's favorite sport. You know, because that's what people do in "New Hamptons." (It was funny at the time, I promise).

Well, we may not have done much (ok, any) yachting over Memorial Day, but we did lose spectacularly in Bocci Ball to Blake's parents (um, three times...we lost to them three times in a row). The picture below, however, commemorates my best shot (I'm the green ball...don't worry, the other green ball is about three inches from falling in the lake, which was where my shots tended to land...the one pictured was all luck.)

Well done, Me.

We also spent a lot of time in town at the Yum Yum Shop (the town bakery) and Bailey's Bubble (the best ice cream joint in town). Honestly, where else would you expect to find me?

Here we are at the town docks. You'll notice that the sky is very grey and smokey. That's because of several large forest fires in Quebec...so, combined with the massive amounts of pollen in the air, it was a really great weekend for allergies.

You can't see it now, but about three hours later I ended up with a really groovy farmers burn from this shirt (which, by the way, has an awkward sleeve length for farmers burns because none of my other short sleeve shirts will cover it...). I was reading Emma for the first time and I got really into it, ok? I didn't notice that my flesh was starting to sizzle until Blake kindly informed me that I was turning as bright red/orange as my belt. Lovely.

Maybe the sun helped burn off all that ice cream?

Wherein Thursday becomes Friday

I want to write about our Memorial Day weekend at the lake (which was perfect, by the way), but I have other things on my mind at the moment. Other things like:

1. My Mom is coming into town today and my Dad is coming into town tomorrow (Hooray!). It will be the first time my Dad has seen our house, which has me fraught with anticipation...

2. I am taking tomorrow and Monday off to spend time with my parents (Also, Hooray!)

3. These darn summer thunder storms are throwing off my morning commute. Yesterday the elevators at my station were out because of the electricity, so the station was closed. Normally elevator outages do not shut down stations, but since my station happens to reside 21 stories (!!!) underground, it is only accessible via elevator, and is hence shut down when there are power outages.

Anyhow, to make this already long story a little shorter, I had to take a shuttle bus from the nearest stop to my stop. This was all well-and-good in theory, but not in actuality. None of the metro employees knew where the bus was and were unable/unwilling to help direct. I had to walk 4 blocks in the 90 degree heat to find the bus. I got on the bus alright, but the bus driver was not pleased with his extra riders.

He hadn't been told that his bus was acting as a shuttle. And he was mad. Really mad. Swearing and yelling at everyone mad.

He yelled at the passengers as they got on. He yelled at the metro employee for not having been told that he was a shuttle. He screamed at a lady who asked if he was the shuttle. Then he screamed at the metro employee that the lady had tried to spit on him. She defend that she had not. The tantrum went on for some time before I made it home. Sometimes I really hate public transportation.

4. I just discovered that my colleague at work has a stash of bubble wrap hidden under her desk. That explains why I can sometimes hear little crackles and pops coming from behind her closed office door during times when she seems particularly stressed.

5. I'm starting into my fourth summer in DC and am finding that I will never EVER get used to the humidity...no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise.