What I learned from watching TV this morning . . .

If you are a vampire slayer, having a boyfriend who is a vampire can make life very complicated.

Gratuitous post

I'm just posting this picture so I can get it onto my profile. Don't you feel used now?

It's the only bridesmaid's dress I've ever liked. Thanks, Lisa!

I wonder who will be the first to notice . . .

that I'm blogging again? My guess is Becca.

By the way, if you want to see a 20-year-old picture of me, go to my seester's (yes, that's what we call each other. Seester.) blog. It's truly heinous.

I am completely addicted to this online game at www.playbabble.com. It's for nerds, really. Yet, I can't not play. This has caused some deep-seated neuroses to surface. "Am I a nerd? How long have I been a nerd? Am I the only one who DOESN'T know I'm a nerd?"

But, then, I ponder Last Minute's T-shirts and somehow feel much better about myself. If I am a nerd, at least Last Minute loves me.

By the way, this isn't Last Minute's T-shirt. But, it kind of says it all anyway, doesn't it?