Surprisingly waspish this Friday morning

I am so, so sick of this cold, damp, rainy weather we've had for the past week. I'm sure the grass is loving it, but screw the grass. I want warmth!

I didn't get to see all the tv last night that I had planned to because I made an excursion to Target, and it turned out J was in no mood for the gender-bending shenanigans of Will & Grace, so we watched CSI instead. That is a fascinating show. Not just because I get to see shots of Vegas when I watch it, but they really do bring to light some interesting facets of humanity. Like men who wear corsets. I've said it before and I'll say it again: thank goodness we don't live in Victorian England because we'd all be married to uptight and pale jerks, eating marmalade every day (not the sweetened kind either!) and wearing corsets. Gross. I don't even like wearing panty hose and high heels...I can't imagine being strapped in a girdle that keeps you from breathing all day. Who thought that was a good idea? Oh, I got it, the same guy who thinks we should all be injecting snake venom into our faces to make us look "better." Riiiight.