No wonder I never have anything good to talk about

I just spent a significant amount of time wondering if I should categorize the handwriting analysis books I bought in 8th grad as reference books, since they teach you something, or as coffee table books since they don't teach you anything, well, useful.

And then I realized? I am CATEGORIZING MY BOOKS.

It's a sad, sad life I lead.

Across the country for a drink and a cute pair of shoes

It seems like I am always busy, but when I try to think of the concrete things I've accomplished the list is disappointingly short. I guess the last few weeks were a lot of running around (get ready for a 5-day trip to Colorado, go to Colorado, make up for being gone), so that makes me feel a little better. The trip was a lot of fun, and can be summarized in three words: shop, drink, sleep. And also we went to the Denver Art Museum, to try to salvage some sense of culture.

So there's not much of a story there, unless you'd like me to detail shoes I bought or the bars we visited. I love a bar with a distinct personality; if I were to open a restaurant or bar or cafe or whatever, it would fail miserably because I would try too hard to conform every single inch of the building to whatever theme I chose. I appreciate a well-put together experience, like the restaurant at Disney World based on the Italian restaurant in Lady & the Tramp. Or the speakeasy we went to in San Francisco. BRILLIANT. Now maybe I just need to have one within a reasonable distance. Doesn't this part of Ohio sort of need a Hofbrauhaus?

I don't know how to break it to her

I took this a couple of weeks ago, but just got around to taking it off my camera. The point is, this dog is going to be SO DISAPPOINTED when she finds out that snow is not a permanent fixture in her life. She is totally in love with it.

Minus the white fur and black spots.

"She looks like a dalmatian."

"A dalmatian?"

"Yeah like in the movie."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well you know the whole cute puppy thing."