Because I made an appointment to get my hair cut this weekend and had almost completely decided to get it cut back to chin length, of course my hair has looked fantastic for the past two days and made me change my mind. My question: How does it always know?!

The latest skirmish in the war of me vs. the tiny little ants in my apartment has begun. But this time I went nuclear. While I'm at work today the ants are busily gorging themselves on Terro, a combination of syrup and borax that is supposed to wipe out the entire nest. This time, I believe victory is mine. Good thing the ants don't have technology that would make this into a Mutually Assured Destruction situation. Or do they?

A friend at work told me the shirt I'm wearing today reminded him of Kermit the Frog. But in a good way. Um. Thanks?