So I happen to have an inordinate amount fo free time at work this week. (Shhh...don't tell, but I'm spending most of it writing in paragraphs, something I wasn't allowed to do at my previous place of imprisonment.) Last night I wrote up a hypothetical 5 day itinerary to Israel for a trip we may be taking in 2 weeks or in 4 months. Who knows! it's the excitement of non-rev travel!

This past weekend we flew to Pennsylvania to visit with B&E - and the babee. (if you say it like Elaine Benes from "Seinfeld" you get the idea).We also ate Chick-fil-a. I love that chicken!!!
The babee is very cute and probably 50% quieter than any child of mine will ever be.

This morning on my way to work a squirrel almost bought it on Rt. 31. He was caught in the middle of the road where there is sort of a turn lane and he was just running back and forth as cars (including mine) raced by on each side. Eventually he made it across. But it was one of those terrifying moments when you just know something horrible will happen and you look in your rearview window anyway. Nothing sad for the squirrel family of Rt. 31 this morning.

After discovering that my friend nijagirl (who uses yet another alias on her own blog) was having the typical angst over the eternal question of "why don't you have a boyfriend," I have invented the three question life cycle of girl.

*Why don't you grow up?
*Why aren't you married/have a boyfriend?
*When are you going to have a baby?

That's it. After years of women's liberation and feminism, liberal parents who touted breast-feeding and snugglies and sending their daughters to college still ask these same questions. For some reason this still bothers me even though I've checked two of these off my list. I'm just thrilled that I have a substantial amount of girlfriends who never want kids and some of them don't even want to get married. I have a feeling that my own children will have a lot of cool women figures to admire.

On another interesting note, we had a bomb threat at work today. We all spent about 1 1/2 hours sitting on the grassy knolls in the parking lot. Unfortunately, there were no bomb sniffing dogs or robotic bomb thingies.