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Who bought me a subscription to Glamour magazine? Seriously, it’s coming with my name on it. Is someone trying to say I’m not glamorous enough?

Stacey said,

it would be great for dating
man approaches you in bar
“watch this video”
watches
“how do you feel about it”
“what the fuck was up with that guy?”
“go away”

Yesterday, Mary and I had lovely food and headed off to Felt Club Holiday 2008. It was much larger than last year, and thankfully it was indoors, which worked out well since the air quality was so poor from the fires. I got some cute potholders and a little business card holder, but my other purchases will have to remain secret until after Christmas. Unfortunately though, I wanted to see all of the booths before I decided on this year’s Christmas cards, and the ones I loved best were all gone when I went back to purchase them. Hopefully some of them will show up online soon.

Now, I have one day of normal before my weird work trip to northern Oregon. One of the hotels I’m staying at offers a “cowboy special” upgrade, which is inexpensive and comes with a restaurant gift card, a movie rental and popcorn, a bottle of wine and some other treats. I opted out, but my secretary told me I could decide to upgrade at check-in.

The time finally came when I was glad for the existence of Coffee News (specifically, the Downtown Bakersfield Edition). It’s no Bingo Bugle, but it was a nice comfort while I sat, suburned, waiting for takeout at the Carrows next to my hotel, trying to stay awake.

On may way home from San Diego this past Sunday, I stopped at Lou’s and picked up an Unbunny CD at Jimmer’s recommendation, especially since I ended up liking Hey Marseilles so much.

When I was paying, I accidentally gave the cashier my expired debit card instead of my new one. Some random guy who was standing next to the register said, “What are you holding onto that for, are you going to bury it?”

He apologized before I even reacted, but weirdly, it didn’t even occur to me to be annoyed because I also thought it was dumb that I’m still carrying it around. I even explained that it seems like whenever I think about getting rid of it, I don’t even have any scissors handy and so I just keep holding onto it until I can destroy it.

And now, here I am at home, where I have scissors and a card shredder and my wallet is four feet away, and I’m blogging about how I haven’t destroyed the debit card yet.