I'm sorry, but I'm too busy staying in on a Saturday night wearing a hooded sweatshirt and listening to Elvis Costello while ironing skirts and paying bills and booking vacation flights to write a proper update. Oh what the neighbors must think as they pass by our open windows on their way home from Bourbon and Saveur-- me in my above-mentioned glory and B in a polo knit and boxers rebuilding his PC (Better! Stronger! Faster!) so that it does not reboot in the middle of my Ellen watching. What indeed!-- I bet they are thinking, "We can touch not their glory and trendiness! Why must we go out socially on Saturday nights and drink cocktails with friends instead of staying in with the fabulous hooded sweatshirt and the bills and the computer-rebuilding? WHY?!? They are spoiled in their haves while we suffer the cruelest of have-nots!"

So as I was saying, with all the skirt-pressing and the bill-paying and vacation-planning I don't have time to tell you about how Irish accosted a Boots salesperson in her oh-so-lucky Denver Target store and demanded to know when I-- a mere East coast Target-shopper-Boots-aholic-- could expect to find Boots in my very own Target locations (APRIL 2005! Zing! Thanks, Irish!)

And I do not have time to recount the stories I have been remembering recently about when I was a single and poor and semi-unemployed girl living in Boston and Todd, Hayley, and Erika would find mysterious ways to invite me over for many nutritional dinners-at-home and slip expensive coffee beans into my bag on my way out the door.

And I don't really have time to describe to you how B and I picked up tennis rackets today about 15+ years after the LAST time we picked up tennis rackets and played two matches in Montrose Park and though I lost miserably because I have the backhand of a sissy girl with a day-old nose-job, I did not cry.

All those stories and more will have to wait until our glamorous Saturday night/Sunday morning finally ends and we get back to our quotidian routine. Please do be patient-- we're quite busy and important, you see. Indeed!

Elvis Costello, Girls+£÷Girls=$&Girls

Lemony Snicket, The Wide Window

(tray 1) Farscape, Season 3, Episodes 7-9;
(tray 2) In the Mood for Love

I think part of growing up and getting older is having these freakishly random thoughts like I had the day other while cleaning out our medicine cabinet and finding a bottle of Anbesol and thinking, "We have Anbesol, so we're pretty much prepared for a baby."

a watered-down Diet Coke from Chipotle

K: "I'm not really sure if you'll like the movie, but it does star those two characters that we liked in Hero..."
B: (rolling eyes)
K: "...You know... ummm... Blinking Sword..."
B: (slight smile)
K: "...And Flying... Saucer."
B: (laughter)

a new, chrome, state-of-the-freaking-art ironing board;
a dozen no-calorie versions of these

three statements of work (DOD, HUD, and USCG) to review by Monday

sleep, gym, Orioles vs. Yankees