Is it awkward for anyone else when someone in the elevator starts singing? It's that same sort of awkward as when someone talks on a cell phone in the bathroom stall.
Daisy is apparently part Pit Bull. She looks like a little, cute, miniature Pit. Everyone says so (upwards of five people now, many of them strangers, one of them a veterinarian). How crazy is that? I think I'll get her a spiked collar. She's tripled her weight since we got her on February 8th. She now weighs 12.1 pounds.
It costs approximately $16.20 less to fill up my Prius than it did to fill up my Accord. And I can go slightly longer on a smaller tank. It saves me around $80-$100 per month. I would hug my car if I could get my arms around it.
I haven't gotten to read for two days. To Kill a Mockinbird has been leering at me, taunting me, smirking and beckoning.
I have a head full of pollen and a headache to go with it. There's yellow dust in the cracks of our porch, on the grill cover, on the cars. I came in from playing with Daisy Lou the other day, and it was under my toenails. Eeww.
I paid all of my bills in one sitting this morning. Kill me now.
I'm off to ad a "Review Pile" section to the sidebar. Then I'm going blog surfing. See you there!