This morning my friend, Jen, and I set out with good intentions to hike Rattlesnake Ridge outside of North Bend. We were pumped and motivated and ready to feel the burn. Yeah! Sadly, the Universe didn't agree with our plan. Ominous clouds blanketed the sky as we motored east, and the rain started coming down as we approached our exit. Not just a few sprinkles, pouring rain. So, we took stock of the situation, agreed hiking was neither practical nor safe under these conditions, and swallowed our disappointment over our thwarted plan. Then we went for a nice little lunch, which included very tasty garlic cheese bread, and decided to get a workout making laps around the North Bend Outlet Mall while sipping on iced mochas. Instead of "feeling the burn" we burned serious holes in our wallets. (Har har! I'm such the jokester, and I don't even know if that makes any sense). I think I actually gained 5 pounds on our excursion, but it was fun. We bought shoes (found ridiculously cheap Danskos - yay!), skirts, shirts, jeans... And, I got the cutest little yellow outfit and hat at Gymboree for the adorable Baby Margaret.

I forgot to share with everyone that Margaret arrived healthy and sweet on the 4th of July. Oops. Congratulations, Elizabeth and family! I spent time with big brother, John-Joseph, again this weekend, and he got a couple of new toys from me, because I think the arrival of a new baby sister calls for presents for a little guy. It's too bad he's afraid of the Elmo Bubble Blower, though, eyeing it with suspicion as he points saying, "Off. Off. Off." Hey, I tried.

I read an article on TMI people the other day, and I came to the conclusion that I'm one of those people. It was an A-ha! moment. Wondering if therapy is in order, I've mentioned this to a few friends and coworkers, and they assure me they find this quality "charming" and "entertaining," as long as I don't expect the same level of sharing from them. I'll roll with that. While I doubt I'll ever feel the need to announce to a coworker that I've taken a live-in lover, I will pretend that I'm not making anyone uncomfortable when I blurt out "I've got to whiz" before we head out the door for lunch.

I fear I may be lacking in the tact department, as well. Last weekend, when Jen and I visited a friend in the emergency room at Evergreen after he got into another motorcycle that resulted in two broken wrists, the three of us were discussing why the paramedics chose to bring him to a hospital so far away from the scene. I speculated that maybe the other ones were really busy and this one was a better choice since it seemed pretty dead. Jen laughed and said that perhaps "dead" wasn't the best word to use in the ER. Durr.

To top it all off, I now have an unhealthy obsession with Charlie the Unicorn and Candy Mountain. Can't. Stop. Watching. "Candy Mountain...It's the land of sweets and joy...and joyness." "Shun the non-believer!" is my new standard greeting to Amy. Sad.

Watch Flight of the Conchords! It's so hilarious.