weekend addition

In no particular order:

1. There are 1,844,982,097 calories in a small nation. I ate two this weekend. (Belize and Luxembourg) I'm still pretty full.

b. I didn't lose at paddle tennis this weekend. (But don't get excited. I didn't win either.) We played what my father called "Canadian Doubles," which I'm sure would offend Canadian Paddle Tennis Players Everywhere. Basically you play as a single vs. a doubles team until you lose, and then the next person rotates into the single's position. Needless to say, I severly katiecapped my brother-in-law and/or my father, depending on who I was playing with.

iii. Three-quarter sleeves are waaaay colder than full-length sleeves. I can't figure out why this is true. I have a hunch it's weather-related, though.

I'm almost tempted to buy wrist warmers. But I don't think they actually make them.

FOUR: I think every commuter should be required to fill out the following statement, have it notarized, and return it to me with a small check or dollar bill.

"I, ___[insert name]____, agree that being too smelly on the way to work, either like armpits OR PERFUME (ahem, lady-sitting-next-to-me-this-morning), should be illegal, and if I am found guilty of this crime (ahem, again, l-s-n-t-m-t-m), I should have to get out and walk. Kate should never be forced to commute while breathing through her scarf."

5th: Just (literally, within the minute) overheard:
Co-worker 1: Al Sharpton is an idiot.

Co-worker 2: Yeah.

Co-worker 1: But I guess we need idiots in this world.

My brain: Maybe. But do they have to sit so close to me????

Seis: I recommend watching awards shows with about an hour and a half delay. Then you can fast-forward through all the clapping, boring acceptance speeches, and, best of all, Celine Dion!

VII: Remember when I said that we online-dating-girls talk to each other? Apparently not enough. Thea and I just experienced our very first overlap in boy selection! She told me about a date she went on this weekend, where the guy showed her math flash cards (note: guys? not your sexiest available move) and I asked what he did for a living, and what his online handle was, and it turns out, he's someone I've been corresponding with, too! Part of me is tempted to go out with him, though, just to see if I could handle the math.

On second thought, I'd rather stay home and wash my hair, wearing a three-quarter length sleeve. (I can see how the length would be beneficial in that situation)