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Wanna know a surefire way to tell you're old? You're driving in your car all alone-without kids or husband-on the way to the grocery store. Instead of cranking up something hardcore and jamming out (or, anything besides They Might Be Giants: Here Come the 1-2-3's), you press "stop" when your seek button comes across Gordon Lightfoot's "Edmund Fitzgerald". And you sing it word for word and enjoy it. Enough said.

I was one of those people today who shopped the ads and went to THREE different stores to get all the "buys". I think it was worth it, but had Ray not been home with the kids, there is no way in hickory hell I would have done it. And the one store I went to, I won't mention any names, is just nas-tay. I'd rather pay double than go back there. But I did end at my favorite place, Land and Sea, and picked up some YUM-O-ness for Ray to throw on the grill:) Land and Sea could use a Glade. The smell of animal blood and carcass smacks you square in the face upon entering.

We've been watching movies to put an end to our TV misery. Last night we watched "The Strangers." Scary. As. Heck. Had I known the terror it was about to blanket over me, I would've picked something else. Then, of course, once you're in it, you have to finish because you need to know what happnens. Then, this morning when the terror was washed away by daylight, I investigated the "inspired by true events" part of it, which turns out to be pure malarke. So tonight, it's "Bride Wars."

More rain on the schedule for tomorrow. Yippy.