Facebook

Somehow I was under the impression no one over age 30 used Facebook. Silly me. I responded to Jenn's request to join this weekend figuring she'd be the only person I knew there and I might kill a bit of time waiting for this kiddo to pop out. Now I'm finding old friends from high school and college, and Craig is cracking me up with how quickly he went from being dubious about it to spending more time on it than me. I also must confess that I now understand why our company blocks these types of websites - I can only imagine how much procrastinating I would do if I could play on it during the day!

In other news, Tift Merritt's new album came out today and you should all go buy it. Right now. It's excellent, and I already have the first single, Broken, stuck in my head.

Yes, but Not This Time!

Last night, Craig called me a snoop. Usually, I would not expend much effort in battling this accusation, but I honestly don't think I earned the distinction in this particular example. I turn to you, Internet, for validation...

I found this box of beautiful, decadent Vosges truffles in the refrigerator last night. I was rooting around for something to eat and noticed that all of my usually neatly placed small condiment containers were in an odd formation surrounding something way in the back of the fridge. So, I moved the containers and spied the purple heart box. I didn't touch it, but made a sound that drew Craig's attention (and, hence, the title of "snoop"). While I realize the truffles must be refrigerated before opening, I have to ask what person in their right mind tries to hide ANYTHING from a 36-week pregnant woman in a REFRIGERATOR? Snoop? I think not! (This time, at least.)