We rarely keep alcohol in the house and I was craving a glass of red, so on the way in from Greensboro tonight I stopped by Harris Teeter and bought a bottle. When I handed it to the checkout woman, she glanced at me, then swiped it and told me my total.

HEY. I may be 38 but I looked good today. Damn good. Would it KILL you to ask for my ID? Just to be nice? 

I am sooo having an extra glass tonight on her account.... ;)

I have the same relationship with my husband that many of us have with car mechanics. We take our car in because it's making a funny noise, only the minute the mechanic slides behind the driver's seat, the funny noise disappears and he's left looking at you with an expression of mild concern for your mental well-being. 

Same thing in the Harris house. If you read yesterday's entry, you know I was trapped at home with no phone and no e-mail. I went to yoga last night to calm down and before I left I checked the phone--still open on the other end and we couldn't call out. Blair gets home, picks up the phone, sets it down, and says, "I've got a dialtone."

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Updated on Monday, August 11, 2008 at 04:07PM by Dena Harris

If anyone is reading this, send the Geek Squad immediately to my home as I have somehow managed to delete, hide, or banish to the outer reaches of the netherworld my outgoing e-mail server. In an attempt (and yes, I should have known better) to fix the problem with my dena@kissmykittybutt.com e-mail account, I somehow managed to set it up so that ALL my e-mail accounts recieve mail, but I can't send messages out. 

Not only that, but the phone saga continues. For those new to this drama, it goes something like this:

The phone rings in my house. I go to answer it but receive a "Welcome. Please wait..." message on my cordless phone.

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WE INTERRUPT THIS BLOG: I'd intended my next blog entry to be a summary of my high school reunion but there is first a matter of utmost importance that must be addressed. This is the issue of my best friend being, perhaps, an unfit parent for her 11 year old son. Should she be reported to the authorities? You decide...

It happened about an hour ago. I'm visiting Trisha and her son Max in Cincinnati before heading back to North Carolina. We were in Target, picking up a few odds and ends, including coffee. As we were walking down an aisle, Max grabbed a box of Twinkies off a shelf and, grinning, handed it to his Mom. 

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 Very upset at the Twitter folks this morning. I've spent the last month building up Lucy_Cat's Twitter profile only to awaken this morning to find all but one of my followers deleted. Not to mention the links to everyone I was following are gone as well. Some sort of system meltdown which I understand is not uncommon in the Twitter world.

Bad Twitter! You don't deserve tweets!