I'm not sure why, but I periodically have little bits of Man Of La Mancha flying around in my head. The one that shows up the most frequently is the subject line of this post.
So, don't get your hopes up, you won't read any gossip here, only this and that about my fabulously exciting life.
:)
I'm glad the weather has cooled down.
100+ - that's just excessive.
It's a lovely 73 right now on a clear Saturday evening.
Wouldn't you know that this particular week, our ac at work was on the fritz.
How typical.
We were roasting and even Monica was hot, which makes me consider that pigs may really be able to fly.
Lissa and I are planning a trip to the other coast to see friends and hang out in a NYC for a while. Aside from catching something at the Met and seeing Tale a couple of times, I don't really have any Must See's on the list. I would like to do all the touristy things that I've never done. I realized it's just wrong that as many times as I've been there, I've never seen the Statue of Liberty. Surely that makes me some kind of bad American. ;)
Oh, I do want to go to the Cloisters. I figure I owe it to myself after being an RA for a medievalist.
My nemesis has returned this fall at work.....those blasted sour gummy vampire bats from Jelly Belly.
They are so magnificent. They're just as great as I remember them.
Oh, how they tempt me!!
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is sooooo weak.
