Gillian & I headed out to Barnes & Noble this afternoon to spend the gift cards we'd each received for our birthdays. Yes, it's been awhile since Gillian's birthday. I used my gift card plus my birthday money plus a little bit more to get CSI: Season Four. I was really tempted by Season Six of The West Wing, though. Hard decisions and all that. Shopping with Gillian is such a different experience these days. We went into the kids' section, and I asked her what she was interested. I rattled off about ten different topics/types of books, and she immediately decided that another book about Ancient Egypt was in order. We found two different books, and she spent about five minutes looking through both of them before deciding on one. Then we got Mad Libs to round out her total, and headed downstairs. It was a very different way of shopping than she had utilised in the past. :)

I need to make a decision between this shirt and this one and this one. Actually, I'll probably get two of the three, and while in theory I could probably stretch it and get all three, I think I will make myself stop at two, since I'm also ordering two bumperstickers, a dolphin car emblem, a bracelet or two, and a couple of magnets, not to mention three shirts that will be part of Christmas presents for people (this one and this one for my grandmother who, yes, will appreciate them, and this one for MIL, who may or may not appreciate it, but hey, it's half-price for me and that alone makes me a happy camper). So - opinions on the shirt? I've wanted the Stalin quote for a long time, and I just love the sentiment behind the Homeland Security one... but the message on the the last one is important too. Decisions, decisions.

Gillian wants to go to this Fall Festival at the church where she goes to Sunday School & choir. The Festival is this afternoon and I am trying to figure out how I can convince Sam to take her without my having to go along as well. If I do go, I will not change clothes, so they will get me wearing rainbow tie-dyed socks and a rainbow Provincetown shirt. The socks and shirt were not intentional, I just pulled out what was on top in each case. Either way, it would amuse me to hear people's thoughts. Okay, maybe not amuse me, because I'm sure some of them would make me angry, but you get the idea.

Click-clack, click-clack. It's probably a good thing that I never really used a typewriter much, because I would have just kept typing and typing and typing, listening to the sound of the keyboard. The word "type" and words that contain it slow down my words per minute, I have just noticed. It's a hard word to type given the configuration of the standard QWERTY keyboard.