Little nuggets from my noggin:
I just had wasabe/ginger ice cream. Much to the dismay of my coworkers, it actually wasn't bad. Who knew something cold could be spicy hot?
I have started heading back to the driving range. Once I get warmed up, I do well. My golfing partner has a penchant for reminding me I keep lifting my head up, but I insist that's a natural reaction. I hate bossy men. Okay, I don't really hate bossy men, just the way they make me feel sometimes. I guess it helps I find them so good looking.
Does anybody know anything about how people with previous medical conditions find medical insurance? If so, please email me. I'll fill you in on the details.
I just came into some money. Not anything huge, but three thousand bucks is pretty good to me. It will make a nice little down payment on a new-to-me car in the next few months (likely another Jetta or my old standby, a Saab 900). I was fully vested in a pension plan when I left my old station, and I've opted to cash it out instead of getting $130 a month when I'm old and off my rocker.
My tanlines are starting to fade, a reminder I'm not spending as much time outside as I'd like. That, or I'm avoiding my bathing suit.