Fortunately, my laptop was making noise when I took it to the Apple store. They’re ordering the parts and it should be in for repair later this week.

Other than that I have nothing. I’m going to be mooching food off of my sister tomorrow, and maybe I can get my dad to go as well. He doesn’t like venturing out that much. I do have the story from him that I told on my sister’s blog:

when he was in “camp” they liked the fishing hooks that L. L. Bean sold. He ordered a dozen to give to his buddies (since they were in INTERNMENT CAMP and had nothing to do). L. L. Bean screwed up and gave him 12 dozen! He told me he didn’t mind buying things from L. L. Bean because he’s still paying them back.

Which reminds me, I need to order some more shirts.

Today at the gym I decided (while trying to induce lactic acid poisoning) that it’s all about MFL. It’s sort of Dave the Trainer’s term, because he told me he got caught checking out a woman who spends an hour on the treadmill who looks like a librarian. My Favorite Librarian was in today and I’ve been caught checking her out as well. She’s too young for me, of course, and really she doesn’t look quite like any librarian I know, because most of the librarians I know have tattoos and could be baristas in any other town. (OK, so that’s only a few of the librarians I know, really, and most are much more  traditional. I won’t say normal, because tattoos are pretty common here.) We have a very good library system in Multnomah County and I’m sure it attracts its share of talent from the field.

Oh, and I had a rule that I would NOT HELP WITH SUPERBUZZY, but today I gave Timmy at the gym (and his hot trainer) Superbuzzy business cards so they could get whatever odd fabric my sister and her business partner Kelly are selling. So there. NO MORE HELP FOR SUPERBUZZY.