Yeah, I totally bit off all my fingernails this morning.

Someone's been sending my parents baby coupons and samples in the mail in my name, so if whoever's trying to imply to my mother that I'm pregnant could lay off the false hints, that'd be great. Also, send her some free chocolate, because she doesn't need baby formula.

I went floating down the Guadalupe River this past weekend [life checkmark!] with a church group, so my back currently features an interesting red design of cross-crossed marks. It took a long time to drive up there....and to stand around for a bus to get to the river....and to be organized enough to leave and drive back (Fun fact: some of the people we knew were told to get on a differet, less-full-to-capacity bus and were then not seen again for about four hours, as they were taken to a different drop point. Whoops.), but it was lovely to float down the river. At one point, a person's radio started playing "Sweet Child o' Mine" as a breeze rustled the cypress branches blocking the full sun and if that isn't summer's version of heaven, I don't know what could be better.

Phew. For a moment, I was stuck with a preposition at the end of that sentence, and that's not going to fly.

Probably bad (but amusing) idea: saving my Walmart trip for tomorrow evening/Wednesday morning, as I'll be at the AMC all evening for the Twilight bonanza with Deb. Crazy Dunvale Walmart at 3 a.m.? Oh dear. (Of course, the same "oh dear" could be used to describe spending one's evening at the Twilight bonanza, but let's not judge things here.)