Apres Le Workout

<guttural voice>dahhhhh....</guttural voice>

Good workout. Sweat. Tiredness. Satisfaction.

Mass-emailed an announcement last night about the Sam French Festival results and Little Munch emailed back, all full of exclamation points and hyper-excited phrases.

"go clara!!! oh, that is so awesome, congratulations!!!! I hope you got my letter- it tells you all about my high school and everything. I miss you so much!....i miss u tons!!!
luv ya!!! congrats!!!

love, mia"

God, she's adorable. Mattel should make MiaDolls. Squeaky-voiced little brunettes waifs, dressed in tailored clothes, singing the Torah. They'd clear the shelves. The hot new toy for Christmas '02.

Little MUNCH!!!

Damn...

I bought an avocado a week ago. I put it on my air conditioner in the window so it could ripen. I checked it periodically to see if it was, but it never felt squishy enough. So just now I finally opened it up--and part of it is overripe--gone bad. I ate what I could but had to throw most of it away.

Damn. I was so looking forward to indulging myself with green, squishy, bland, yummy goodness. Note to self: Pay more attention to your avocados! Don't let them go bad before you can eat them.

(Insert extrapolated pop philosophy here.)