Another month, another dance meeting...to which no one might come.  I'm rather nervous. To make matters worse, all my best cds are back at the library and I don't have time to get them. Ah, life.

Lovely day today, which makes up for it being beastly cold last night. I'm actually wearing a t-shirt! Warm weather has accompanied us pretty much all week; I had to mow half the lawn on Wednesday and shall probably finish the other half tomorrow. Outside, everything smells like grass. <beams> Oh...and garlic for some reason....Not all the time, just wafts of it every now and then. A bit strange, that.

I was perusing a GB3 chat log the other day and I found this: (sorry to steal your habit, Helen )

Mr. Callihan    

<draws another pint for Helen>

Mr. Callihan    

of um , MILK

Helen P.          

*pouts*

Mr. Callihan    

Helen, it's "milk" <wink>

Helen P.          

ohh...hehe.  It comes in pints?  *looks evil*

Mr. Callihan    

<nudge>

Never, (well, hardly ever, except sometimes when Mandie is gone and Helen is ill) a dull moment in GB3.