dinner with Ken's parents, sister, brother-in-law, and nephew tonight. The baby just turned 1 in June, and Annie's due to have the second one... any minute now. It's a little nerve-wracking hanging out with a woman who's 9 months and 3 days pregnant.
Ken and I must have had just enough to drink, because I came home and said, "I feel like Carmen Miranda in these shoes."
and Ken said, "I'm going to read you your Miranda rights:
'you have the right to wear fruit on your head.
you have the right not to wear underwear...'"

Burning Man (or-- Boring Man, in cynical moments) is looming ahead.
do I want to spend $200 on a ticket for the privilege of driving for 8 hours to buy supplies and food for a week to hang out with a bunch of crazy yahoos who live in my city anyway?
no.
(but if I were independently wealthy and didn't have to use up vacation time I'd go again in a heartbeat. there's no way I go for less than 5 days, though.)