I need to make a list of Breakfast Friends - people who are willing to go get breakfast with me before 10am on a Saturday. This isn't really the place to do it, since no one who lives within 30 miles of me reads this blog. But it's an appropriate place to complain, nonetheless. So instead of getting pancakes this morning (I love pancakes, I love them SO MUCH, but they are kind of a pain in the ass to make) I had oatmeal, and read www.gofugyourself.com near to the point of blindness. The fact that it's a blog devoted to horrific fahion choices only hastens the detatchment of my retinas. I love the Fug Girls a LOT, because they write articles with titles like 'It's Time To Ogle The Hot Bodies Of Our Olympic Athletes', which is so true because it has been a two-week ab parade the likes of which a runway has never seen. Woohoo! There's been a lot of Olympic watching over the past few weeks, much of which has been cool. But I think all that's on this morning is diving (boring), volleyball (boring), and canoeing (boring), so I am BORED and writing nonsensical posts to my "overheard" blog while Nina treads repeatedly on my spleen, because dicking around on the computer sounds better than packing more boxes of my husband's crap, simply so he can go "Oh - Why did you pack that??" Um, because we're MOVING. Stop looking at me like I stabbed a puppy and hand me that Sharpie.

Who knew that a simple Google search for "boojum tree" would bring up such a gem?