I'm confident that I broke my toe this morning - I stubbed it full force on a rocking chair. God, I could have at least injured myself doing something cool (cat juggling?) or noble (delousing orphans?). Guess I'll have to sit out a couple of poses in yoga for the next month. Rats.
Sean and I went to the Palo Alto Farmer's Market this morning, our first visit. It wasn't huge, but had some gorgeous produce and was just packed with children - almost everyone there had kids or appeared to be pregnant. There were a lot of dogs there, too.
Speaking of shopping, kind of, I've joined Wasabe.com, an online budgeting site that downloads your banking transactions and helps you figure out exactly where your money is going. I figure that if we're going to spend a whole month is Europe in 2010 it's going to take some organization... I'm going to assume that the exchange rate will still suck and try to put away more that we'll probably need. (I credit Get Rich Slowly with leading me to Wasabe.)
OK, I'm off to wash my in-laws' windows.
*George Carlin reference - what cats say in private, behind the couch, after hurting themselves.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
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