I almost didn't make it out alive.

There was pushing. Yelling. Shoving. Death stares.

It was scary. Beware.

Of what, you ask?

The Victoria's Secret sale at 86th and Broadway.

*Shudder*

This may be a stupid question.

But since when has that stopped me?

I'm not a huge police procedural fan (L&O reruns while cleaning/cooking notwithstanding), but I occasionally enjoy an episode of Without a Trace. It's good, right? Except, here's the thing. Doesn't a person have to be missing for at least 24 hours before the police start looking for him/her? Why is it in this show that "Missing 10 hours" will flash across the screen while a team of supercops/investigators swarm all over someone's home/office looking for clues? I'm not talking Amber Alerts here - these are adults who are potentially playing hooky for the day. Why the fuss? That being said, it's still good. And Poppy Montgomery is pretty. The end.

It gets rid of icky spiders - what are you complaining about?

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain.
And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

Rainiest June on record, huh? Bring it on! I love it. Running in it, curling up listening to it, dashing through it, losing three umbrellas in a matter of weeks in it, etc. I should really live in Seattle.

I feel like my blog is drying up. I don't mean for that to happen, but every time I start a post, it's lame and I delete it. I just didn't delete this one.

Also, does anyone know what's going on with Thinking Fool? The site has been eerily blank for days! Did he leave us?

I'm rocking out to MJ's greatest hits while cooking spaghetti and drinking wine after a frustratingly long day. And I have a 9am dentist appointment. Funnnnnnn.

Things I Don't Understand

Why it takes me an hour to fall asleep every night.

Why a certain very large bureaucratic financially stupid client expects that a complicated summary judgment motion can be completed in 8 hours.

The Duggar Family.

Spending money to have another woman paint my toenails. (Sorry. I just don't like it.)

Iran's "free" elections.

CNN's obsession with Facebook and Twitter.

Why people in my building do laundry (the machines are 10 feet from my door) at 2am.

People who have cars in Manhattan.

Why Season 3 of "Once and Again" isn't on dvd.

My dad.

Hoda Kotbe's decision that the fourth hour of Today would be good for her career.

Why I love Edward Cullen.

Water to Wine. And other things.

It wasn't too long ago when a cup of tea after a long day would (temporarily) solve all my problems. A glass of wine has replaced the cup of tea. Is this a problem? (Aside from the extra 120 calories per day?)

I ran in a downpour this morning. Cats, dogs, birds, and snakes. (Or at least worms. Ew. I hate the post-rain wormy ground.)

I miss Chloe resting her head on my ankle and snoring.

I can't get enough quality time with the boy. Which consists of spooning, watching movies, cooking dinner, and forcing myself to keep up with him on a run.

I'm on auto-pilot at work. I'm doing it. I'm doing a lot. But I don't care about it. Shouldn't I care about it? Am I $150K in debt (principle balances never to decrease) for something where I don't care about the outcome of a case as long as my work product was up to par?

John and Kate and the Octomom? They should all fall off a cliff. What about the kids, you say? Well, I was never one for the importance of biology.

Heidi and Spencer should also fall off a cliff. Into a river of crocodiles. And acid.

I'm usually ready for winter by July 4th. It happened about a month early this year. Fuck.