My completely effing rad friend, Deb, sent me this shirt for no reason other than that she loves me. Nothing makes me giddier than a Whedon reference. I’m such a geek. A happy happy geek.

The stealth alpha, ice queen, introverted dangerous type. Or so I’m told. The problem arose when I stopped biting my tongue. Why should I sit, idly acquiescent to your attacks? Particularly when they are undeserved. I won’t.

Girlie is trying to grow this weed in a jar of water. I know. I’m thinking of it as a science experiment.

I had completely forgotten about this Annie Lennox song. It was among my favorites my freshman year in college, the year Bram Stoker’s Dracula came out. I can’t tell you how many times I watched that movie. I loved it in spite of the disaster of Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder. Love Song For A Vampire. It’s a good song.

I found a Jeep. He’s blue, like the Tick. I love the Tick. I love the Jeep. The Jeep has been dubbed “the Tick”.

My last car is the only car I’ve ever owned that never had a name. We just didn’t work well together at all.

I see faces in this tree. Can you see them? I love this tree. It’s a very biggish oak at the end of my driveway. Sometimes, if it’s very windy, it makes us nervous to stand under it. Miss W fills her pockets with acorns waiting for the bus. The acorns end up in piles throughout the house. There are currently 10 or so on the bathroom counter.

I’m trying to find a Jeep to buy. I can’t take another MI winter with my stupid little sedan POS. I’ve wanted a Jeep for ages anyway. I’ve been looking on Craigslist. Shopping for cars on the interwebs just seems weird to me. I’m not very good at haggling, it makes me nervous. I’ve been successful at it, I just don’t like it. I got a great deal on some furniture by haggling. Anyway. I have to find one to haggle over first.

The night before last I dreamed that I was in 8th grade, but somehow, also, it was my birthday and I was turning 37. I had also just had my job interview and in the dream they came across my silly blog and wouldn’t hire me because I’m not liberal enough. A lot of anxiety happening there, I suppose.