Do you ever have a day when you're sitting in traffic, clicking through the radio stations, and nothing even remotely good is on so, instead of just turning it off, you end up listening to GNR's Paradise City in resignation? I think the answer is yes. I asked Em this question this morning, and it turns out she heard that song in her car at the same time as I did and listened for the exact same reason. There has to be more of us out there!

I'm really in need of new music.

I had my player on at work yesterday, and when the Postal Service's "This Place is a Prison" came on, I thought of Utah immediately. The lines "What does it take to get a drink in this place? What does it take, how long must I wait?" pretty much sums it up. Another peculiar thing about the state is that you can't buy magazines at a gas station. I don't get it. On the long drive home, we were in need of mindless entertainment and fashion advice, so we stopped at five different stations in search of magazines. There were none, except for those free Guns & Ammo-types. Finally, a cashier directed us to a Shopko. I think there may be a number of unfriendly people in Utah, because they're annoyed about having to live in Utah.

Molly and Trav are coming for a visit! My little nephew is crawling, so I'm going to have to babyproof before they arrive. Kitty will need to take up permanent residence under the bed. At this time two weeks from now, I'll be at the airport picking them up. I can't wait!

Mols cracked me up today. I managed to work my infatuation for the new digital cable/on demand into our discussion about movies to watch, and she responded, "Oh yes, I can't forget about your new husband." Later on, I said that I think I should find a tall and burly hunk for a boyfriend so I can feel petite and dainty for once, and she replied thoughtfully, "Yeah, someone who can throw you around a little." Huh. It's interesting what she envisions for my relationships.

And, finally, Em was looking for a place near her apartment to take her car in for an oil change when she came across the "Women's Channel" on the Jiffy Lube site. Oh brother. As Em said, could they condescend to us any more? We found it especially funny how they liken an oil change to taking your car in for a spa treatment. Another moment of I guess.