867-530what?

My cell phone up and died on me this weekend, right in the middle of a text message. (Thanks for the sweet call, Roi. I'm glad you and Nacho had a good time!) The folks at Sprint kindly provided me with a much better phone than I had before (say cheese!) but I lost all of my phone numbers and text messages.
Since I don't have anyone's numbers memorized, I can't call anyone until they call me first. Yes. I'm a dorkus maximus. Call me!

Happy Thanksgiving, guys

My family seems more spread out than ever this Thanksgiving. We are staking claim to five states now, with no plans to get everyone together. Instead, we are all making our own plans. The chef and I are making dinner with our New York friends, and some of the Arkansas/Oklahoma people are getting together later this weekend. Others are spending this Thanksgiving alone.

I hope that everyone in my family knows that I love them and that I miss them.

Happy Thanksgiving, family.

Contagious giggles

Oh, man. If you can watch this without getting tickled, you are made of stone.

My London London Bridge Wanna Go Down

I ducked into H&M last weekend and suddenly felt old. I didn't know any of the songs that were blaring over the loud speakers, and all the pretty young things were singing the words under their breath. I sort of recognized the London Bridge song, but only because a blogger used it in a headline a few weeks ago.

I became my mother right then and thought, "So this is what the kids are listening to these days."

Gah! I'm going over to iTunes to scope out the Top 100 songs of the day... maybe I can still catch up.

Update: Oh, I remember why I tuned out of Top 40 radio. There's only one good song for every 20 that suck. And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming...

Mom, here's something for your calendar

The chef and I set a date for our wedding!
We're getting married June 24, 2007, in Anaheim, California.

I will mail out the STDs soon. No, silly... Save The Date cards.

(I think that's my first wedding joke.)