The Gasp Factor

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH? Sheesh! I don’t know if my vocabulary has regressed since moving to the Jo' but I can’t seem to sound intelligent – at least to myself. It doesn’t help Jeff and I have turned to monosyllables and screeches to show our enthusiasm or disgust for the story lines on our favorite TV shows. (Veronica Mars and LOST both earned gasps this week.) Other examples of my inability to speak – “Bob Humbug,” “Scientist School” and “Balls in a Vice.” And I have a new favorite phrase: For the love the Peter, Paul and Mary! (Who says an exclamation has to be for the sake of God or Pete?)

THE CONTAINER STORE: I walked into it for the first time early this week and I spent a good hour opening/closing drawers and stacking/separating shelves. I heart that place! I bought enough to organize a closet. I also found the exact shoulder bag I’ve been looking for since I moved here so another plus.

HOLIDAY COOKIES OR TWO GEORGE WASHINGTONS: Sent out most of my Christmas cards today to family and friends in 12 states. I ran out of the 37-cent stamps so I used two 23-cent stamps on some so don’t be surprised if G. W. meets you at the mailbox.

“PAWS OFF BITCH” NO MORE: I finally upgraded my cell phone and plan. (The number isn't changing.) I decided the new phone deserves a new greeting since I’ve had the same one for more than two years. I’m currently accepting nominations.