Hot hot hot!
Whew! The August heat is here! And I decided to be mildly daring and wear my new sandals to work. (They were my birthday gift from my mom.) Well, that probably wasn’t such a hot idea. It is business casual around here, after all. Oh well, they’ll live (and I will too).
And speaking of birthday gifts, Dad gave me a Brian Urlacher jersey. Yep, it’s the #1 seller in the NFL, so you can’t fault my originality! But hey, at least it should be relevant for a while: the guy is signed to a long-term deal.
Mm. Moving. I dread moving. I’m trying to ease through the pain real slow-like, doing the packing systematically, getting things done in advance. Actually, it’s not so bad. It’s a chance to get organized and throw worthless things away. Sort of a cleansing, you know? And speaking of cleansing, Parliament had better not charge me a cent for cleaning when I leave that place. They gave it to me filthy, and when I leave it better than I got it, they had better damn well be happy.