in my cd player... The Flaming Lips The Soft Bulletin   on the page... Donna Tartt The Secret History   into... butternut squash; work -- GASP!; brushing and flossing; fireflies fireflies fireflies; the sweet-smelling honeysuckle along our ally fence   definitely not into... my stupid, stupid, stupid fax machine   not registered for that... I asked Todd if there was anything he and Hayley wanted for their wedding that they did not register for. He said preferably something that comes with a side of french fries, though that may have been because I called him right before lunch.   box o' squeals... Erika just simply knows how to send me into spasms of joy. It just takes a shoe box filled with bubbles and glass trinkets shaped like sea shells and stars and raw cane sugar cubes and chocolate covered espresso beans. And just imagining her going to the post office to mail the package. Todd thinks Erika is all about packages. Lucky for me, he may be right.   painless... My dentist thinks I'm (a) shockingly honest, (b) an amazing care-taker of my teeth, and (c) completely tolerant of any kind of pain she can throw my way. She kept stopping to ask if I was okay because she'd never been around anyone so completely calm while there were a billion buzzing sharp objects flying around inside their mouth.