Maura's Illuminated Manuscript

My son thinks the orange stringy stuff inside pumpkins is kelp.

My synagogue's chief rabbi's elder daughter is much better looking and better dressed than she needs to be.

Goth spotted in an unlikely place: the Bridle Trails Red Apple.

Paris Hilton has a perfume. I'm glad that ad was outside the bus and not inside.

I've been coughing myself (and occasionally Her Nibs) out of adequate sleep for most of the last week, but an angel named Maximum Strength Robitussin seems to have allowed me to be coherent this morning.

Saturday: chillin' with the MOOers at the Republic. Either I was out of it from the aforementioned cold, or they were all overcaffeinated. Still, we fulfilled our mission of achieving critical silliness mass.

Afterward, bopped over to the Merc for relaxation that I didn't realize I needed so badly until I got there. Said yeaux to my unpaid shrink euterpe35, sighed at bensprincess (How dare she look that good after having a baby?), and got spanked by Graves. That's what I get for wearing my latex LBD there.

Took Wendling to the Purim carnival, where the amplified music drove him to stick his fingers in his ears. He couldn't be cajoled into wearing the hamantaschen sandwich boards that Her Nibs made for him. Aww! He stuck around for 1.5 Hebrew National hot dogs, though. Tonight is grown-up Purim. staxxy, you'll be happy to know that I didn't have time for another corset. I found a 19th-century costume history that purports to show a Median woman. It's chronologically and geographically close and it's easy, so I'm going with it.

I was Art Nun with vixyish and eeyorerin at the Asian art museum. OK, I admit it: I wanted to see more Hello Kitty stuff and I went looking for (absent) Persian art for costume research, but it was still fun and educational. I want all their Chinese ceramics in my house, and an Edo period fireman's coat. They're purty. Vix and Erin twisted my arm (*snork*) into going to Uwajimaya, where I got squid processed into noodles; more on that after I eat them. I was about 40 minutes late home to a sick and annoyed Nibs, but at least I called first. They were out of Suupaa Remon Kyandi (for Her Nibs), akajiso musubi, and Korean spinach salad, but they had some rare 5-packs of instant tempura soba for the Wendling.

Thought for today: it's a shame to waste a good hair day on work.

Damnation, I'm spammy this morning. And that's without tea. I hope nobody minds.