Frailty.

Who told me to watch this movie? What in the world? How did it end up in my queue?

long drink order

Grande, half-caf, nonfat, sugar-free vanilla, extra hot, light whip, upside-down caramel macchiato

not your usual DMV post.

I (finally) carried my happy ass out to go get my Colorado driver's license. With apologies to LWC, who worked so hard for the birth certificate she did not need, the entire process was relatively painless. The process was 45 minutes start to finish, mostly because it took me a while to figure out that yes, the driver's license office was, in fact, in that shady looking shopping center.

I walked in, walked straight up to the counter, walked straight out to the ATM for the cash I needed, walked back in and up to the counter, and then over to the picture lady. When I commented on how efficient they were and how I brought a book, the picture lady told me I was welcome to sit down and wait if I wanted to. I declined.

This is a milestone in a couple of ways-- it will be my first non-Virginia license, and it was the first driver's license picture I've taken since 2001. The streak is over.

I topped off my excursion with a visit to the Superior Liquor Mart, just to prove that I really do belong in the Denver area. Can't believe they gave me a license. SUCKAAAAAAAAAZZZZZ!!

Insert girlish squeal here.

Meanwhile, across town, Erika was pondering just how many points she would have to burn to get Joe to see the Sex and the City movie with her.

motivation, defined.

The view of Nordstrom from the treadmills and elliptical machines in our Fitness Center. Today's foggy winter weather made it hard to pretend I was running to buy a new handbag as opposed to, you know-- nowhere.

with an olive.

Loving Kristen Chenoweth these days... Olive! Glinda the good witch! The cuteness and the tininess!! Oh, but the hair extensions have GOT to GO, lady!!

ugh, sinuses

They are all kinds of clogged today. My head feels full, my eyes are tired and there is a ridiculous amount of pressure on my brain.

HOW DOES ONE GET SICK WHEN ONE RARELY LEAVES THE HOUSE?