Last night I finally figured out why I often have to go to the bathroom one, two, three, sometimes even four times each night: My bladder is nocturnal.
Put your mind at ease
I got a receipt for my 2010 tax amendment in the mail yesterday, so good news: I’m not going to jail for pissing off the IRS. But that’s not why you should be relieved. You should all be happy to know (and I’m happy to report) that the IRS has invested in two-sided printers. Just think of how many trees they’re saving!
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News from Kauai, II
Mike and company have been having fun.
A LOT of fun.
Which I’m totally glad about.
But they haven’t seen any spiders … Which I suppose it good. But if I’m completely honest, I’d have to admit that I was hoping for just one Mike-saves-his-cohorts-from-enormous-arachnid tale.
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Cold woes, Part II
Fighting off the last vestiges of my cold. I keep channeling Lady Macbeth, exhorting, “Out, damned snot! Out I say!”
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Target is on target
I love this mega store where you can find anything (well, almost) that you want, all in one place.
That’s the key word though: find.
Walking through the check-out line today (how the crap did I end up buying $43.12 worth of stuff when all I intended to purchase was a box of fricking crackers?), I noticed that they have a map of the store, assumedly for those unable to find what they’re in search of.
Now, I’m an advocate of maps. I’m working for Backpacker magazine after all. I know that it’s wise to carry a layout of your surroundings with you even when you’re heading somewhere familiar … but Target?
I mean, I suppose it makes sense … I couldn’t count the number of times Mike and I have cursed the “other’s” grocery store because the allocation of goods in aisles just doesn’t make sense to us. But that doesn’t mean that I’d actually succumb to requesting something as obviously helpful as an actual map. I’m far more likely to wander around seemingly aimlessly, muttering curses under my breath and after all hope is lost, begging someone with a name tag for help.
But ask for a map? That would make way too much sense.
And anyways, those unflappable flaps information are for the trail, not for Target.
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Kauai newsflash
This just in from Mike in Kauai.
There are roosters freaking everywhere on that Hawaiian island.
Who would have thought?