- As of today, I have officially outlived Marilyn Monroe.
- Three more years and I'll have Anna Nicole Smith beaten as well.
- I am None the Worse for Wear.
- In fact, I am on my period, which ought by definition not to be on the list of happy, positive things (especially when you consider how much physical discomfort and inconvenience it creates for me) but if nothing else, it's a sign that everything's still working right.
- My hair is pretty cute, again.
- I'm wearing my pink shirt that makes my skin look so rosy.
- I had a great weekend.
- I'm going to have a lot of work to catch up, because I took Friday off, but I am smart, competent, and sufficiently good at time management that I'll probably have a good portion of it taken care of by the end of the day, even if more work shows up between now and then.
- I'll have to talk to some stupid, rude people, but I'll also get to talk to Evelyn, Paul, and Gregg, who are always really nice to me.
- There were tons of new ads on Adbux and Got-2-Pay today. I must have made twelve cents.
- I always want to spell "Got-2-Pay" as "Got Toupee?"
- My husband did the grocery shopping yesterday. Granted, he didn't tell me he was going, so there were a lot of things forgotten, a lot of things he didn't know we were going to need, and a lot of things we didn't need, but at least I have something with which to begin planning this week's menus.
- Also (one of the things we didn't need), he got those new peanut butter Oreos. I don't know why everyone's wrinkling their noses up at that concept, particularly the same people who supposedly like Reese's. They remind one of crunchy Reese's.
- Granted, I can't have Oreos with milk (best way to have them) unless I really want to aggravate my dairy allergy, but I did have them with a cream soda yesterday (didn't dunk 'em; I'm not that odd), and they tasted pretty fine to me.
- I figured out who the Last Guy on Earth reminds me of: a young version of Roger Rees, who played Robin Colcord on Cheers. And let us say, mrwowr.
- Young Frankenstein was on TCM last night. I love that freaking movie.
- Mine is not the car in our lot with the front all crumpled up and the smashed headlight.
- Nor is it the one with the side door that's crumpled in the same shape as the front of the car with the smashed headlight.
- Nor am I the drunken driver of the front-crumpled car who actually believes our side-crumpled neighbor is going to look at that and say, Hrm, it will be a mystery forever as to who did this.
- I didn't forget my best friend's birthday, yesterday. I couldn't afford to get her anything, and my life is kind of crazy, but remembering to shout out to her and make her feel special on her day didn't cost me anything at all.