For Bridget

1. Your Middle Name: Kathleen

2. Age: 46

3. Single or Taken: More twined than kudzu.

4. Favorite Movie: Moonstruck.

5. Favorite Song or Album: This minute? I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Deathcab For Cutie

6. Favorite Band/Artist: George Winston

7. Dirty or Clean: Used to be Squeaky, now Not Quite Smelly

8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: Abstract dragon's wings in glorious color above the butt, 19th century graphic arts black lizard on right hipbone.

9. Do we know each other outside of LJ/Blogger?
Since I appropriated Dave.

10. What's your philosophy on life?
It's for the perseverant.

11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
What bottle? I'm too busy to look for a bottle. Why didn't anyone pass me a bottle?

12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
Yes.

13. What is your favorite memory of us?
Picking you up at the airport loaded with California wine for our wedding (Dave's and mine, not, obviously, yours and mine).

14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
Computer/Video games. I don't feel guilty about much else.

15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you: I was a ski instructor when I was 18.

16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they : 1) The weight I want with no effort. 2) To live anywhere I want, anytime I want, in the style I want. 3) Nicholas Cage as my love slave.

17. Can we get together and make a cake?
I'll watch.

18. Which country is your spiritual home?
Montana. Trust me, it's a country. Big Sky Country.

19. What is your big weakness?
Roederer Cristal champagne.

20. Do you think I'm a good person?
Yes.

21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
Languages. Any languages.

22. Describe your accent: Montana, baby, pure Montana.

23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
Nope.

24. What do you wear to sleep?
Wear? Why would I wear anything?

25. Trousers or skirts?
Capris.

26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
Alcohol, oh yeah.

27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
Whatever you wanted.

28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?
Oh why not.

And there you are! Now who else is out there? Ren? Jody? Sue? Lurkers?

Happy Father's Day! Happy Day After Wedding!

The title and the post have nothing in common. One is happy and full of good wishes, the other is grim and bleak, driven by the fact that we sit in the airport in Austin with a five year-old who is completely exhausted by three long days and late nights of wedding festivities. Additionally we wait to board a flight which was delayed by an hour and a half and which looks to be now full due to the cancellation of another flight. Oh joy. We have the aisle and window on one side and the two seats on the other. Now it looks like there is a good chance the middle seat will be taken. Oh joy.


Jessie was extraordinary for the wedding. And looking at the few pictures I took, it's impossible to remain grumpy about the travel. Yes, she's exhausted beyond her capacity to be reasonable (as am I), but we had a simply lovely time. We stayed at the House on the Hill from Thursday till today and it was also the site of the wedding. Dave was the Best Man and J was the Flower Girl. Vanessa was an exquisitely lovely bride and Bryon beamed with happiness throughout the weekend.


And now we actually get to board so I am going to end with some photos of Bryon, Dave, Jessie and Vanessa. The story of how Dave and I were moving around the equipment of the Midgetmen buck-naked... really... at 5:30 am outdoors in the midst of a hellacious thunderstorm will have to wait for another post... along with the rest of the cruise pics. (photo key: Bryon left, Dave right; Bryon; Jessie; Vanessa and her Dad (Anthony))

Jessie Superstar!

Since we have the superstar board back home, I thought I would take this opportunity to post a pic of it. The resolution just may not be good enough here, in which case I could be a nutball and recreate the whole thing on Flickr... or I could just take a nap!

The Train is Pulling Out Of the Station

Jessie's agency is sending her "sheet" off to the printers. I'm not sure if I'm ready for the additions to our schedule that this activity of hers might bring, but we'll find out!

Tagged for a Meme!

Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. Remember to leave a comment for them letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog.

1. I do not believe Brussels sprouts are proof of the anti-Christ (as my husband does).

2. I grew up saying "Gezundheit" whenever anyone sneezed even though (as far as I know) no one in my family is German.

3. The maid of honor at my wedding was a man.

4. I put The Body Shop shea butter products on my hands every night before bed.

5. My husband says (when asked what weird habits I have) "That thing where you juggle chipmunks, and you're not all that good at it." (I am wondering who else he is married to) "And your fondness for early Patrick Swayze movies... those are the worst of them, really."

6. I am going to a baseball game Friday for my 46th birthday to watch the Braves (who supposedly can't beat anyone) trounce the Cubs (who--according to my mother-in-law--have been sucking stoats this season [I'm paraphrasing]). There'll be beer and fireworks.

7. I love to blog. I mean it. I REALLY love to blog.

I am tagging 7 people to meme, but I only expect a couple of them to respond (surprise me!). .. Bridget, Bill, Sue, Barbara, Christian, Lize and Lili.

Life, It's STILL What's Happening!

Thanks for the link Bridget! Always good to get a random read on life from an internet survey.

Your Life is 21% Off Track

In general, your life is going very well. You're quite happy with where you are and what you're doing. And even if you get a bit off course, you're usually able to get back on track easily.

Are You Living The Wrong Life?

The Cruise Part 1

Coffee in the ... hey wait a minute, this isn't Glass Incarnate, it's the weekend! Wouldn't you know, but as soon as I have the button for Keith's gift at the top of the blog--needing to be there and so keeping me from posting about anything else--all I wanted to do was post about the cruise!

Of course I still haven't scanned the photos that the cruise-line people took of us--pictures that I promised to mail to everyone else in our group and at our dinner table (ah well, one thing at a time) but I do have the few I took at Chacchoben--all but one saved for the next post. I also have a couple of shots of one of the cool towel animals our room steward did for us every couple of nights.

So what is it (besides the towel animals) about a cruise that makes is such a wonderful experience? If you're like us and don't get off the ship at the ports of call, what makes it different than just staying in a hotel somewhere for a week? It comes down to three things: obligation, socialization, and fending.

Obligation: Every vacation I have ever taken to a place other than home or visiting friends has entailed at some point having to go out and do something. Maybe it's a walking tour of the Ruta Moderna in Barcelona, or maybe it's a morning scuba diving, or maybe it's going to a vineyard to sample 1000 wines. On a cruise, there is nothing to do other than find a nice nook to read, walk the upper deck, eat and drink. And with the current pace of life for us, that's what vacation should be all about.

Socialization: Every vacation home (mine or Dave's) or to a friend's house means living on top of other beings and having to interact with them. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and friends, but negotiating someone else's space and continued participation in the expected social rituals (like conversation) can be more than I am up for. A cruise ship is so big that even if you do go with other people, you're off in your own space unless you explicitly seek each other out. No one thinks anything if they don't see you for a whole day. As much blissful anonymity as you could want.

Fending: If you stay in a hotel, motel, cabin or condo, you have to actively think about and plan eating. You may even have to fix your own food. Hotels have one dining room (very occasionally more), while cruise ships have several dining and drinking options and they are available whenever you want them. Better still the food is already included so you can eat as often or as little as you would like (I managed to lose weight on the cruise). The closest hotel vacation I have found to the cruise experience is going to Vegas--and that is definitely NOT an all-inclusive trip!

So I love to cruise and would do so again in a heartbeat. The one I want most to do is from Galveston to San Diego through the Panama Canal. I could also spend a bunch of time in the Mediterranean. Sailboats are for Other people. I want my hot shower, gentle rocking motion, non-stop food and--most of all--blissful anonymity. Oh yes, and a little private balcony. Interior rooms also being for Other people. I LIKE hanging in my room and want to be able to tell when it's light or dark out (and even to be able fall over the balcony into the water if I want to--not that I would, but it does seem to be a popular cruise pastime recently).

And if you do feel like getting off the ship there are fascinating things to see--like the Mayan ruins at Chacchoben. More photos of them in the next cruise post. Could be another three months...

Keith Frey

Here's the link (the button below) to contribute to Keith Frey's going away gift. If you don't know who Keith is, or weren't looking to contribute, then you probably want the wicked-cute toddler pictures further down the blog.

Life, It's What's Happening

Delaying Posting on the Cruise... Again!

I got this from Jodi and it's the first meme I have really, really really wanted to do. And it is one more thing I can do to annoy Bill by not posting about the cruise. Heh.

The Movie Meme

1. Name a movie you have seen more than 10 times.
"The Princess Bride" and "Moonstruck"

2. Name a movie you've seen multiple times in the theater.
Wizards, the animated by Ralph Bakshi. 13 times in the theater and now I own it.

3. Name an actor that would make you more inclined to see a movie.
Nicole Kidman

4. Name an actor that would make you less likely to see a movie.
Tom Cruise

5. Name a movie than you can and do quote from.
The Princess Bride, "You were not hired for your brains you hippopotamic land mass!"
Shakespeare in Love (added from Glass Incarnate)

6. Name a movie musical that you know all of the lyrics to all of the songs.
"My Fair Lady", "Oklahoma", "Carousel", "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers", the list goes on...

7. Name a movie that you have been known to sing along with.
All of the above plus "Moulin Rouge", "Grease", the list goes on...

8. Name a movie you would recommend everyone see.
There are many because I am opinionated, but I will go with "Love Actually"

9. Name a movie that you own.
Pick a letter... But a rare good choice: "The Iron Monkey"

10. Name an actor that launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops.
Can't think of a single person off-hand

11. Have you ever seen a movie at a drive-in? If so, what?
Most recently, "Premonition" and fell asleep during the second feature, "Ghost Rider"

12. Ever made out in a movie?
Oh yes

13. Name a movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven't gotten around to it yet.
Well, Ghost Rider. I finally saw Prizzi's Honor. Still have "Meet Joe Black" and "The Last Mohican" on the shelf unwatched.

14. Ever walked out on a movie?
"American Gigolo"

15. Name a movie that made you cry in the theater.
Please, they almost ALL make me cry. "Dances With Wolves" comes to mind first. Then "E.T."

16. What was the last movie you saw in the theater.
"The Last Mimzy"

17. What is your favorite/preferred genre of movie.
action/adventure, romantic comedy

18. What is the first movie you remember seeing in the theater?
Drive-in. Either "Taste the Blood of Dracula", or "Scream and Scream Again". Or was it "The Asylum" or "Night of the Living Dead"? Yeah, that was it. NOTLD

19. What movie do you wish you'd never seen?
I have blocked them all and repurposed those brain cells.

20. What is the weirdest movie you enjoyed?
"Howl's Moving Castle" and other Miyazaki's. They are somehow... alien.

21. What is the scariest movie you have seen?
"Halloween"

22. What is the funniest movie you have seen?
"Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle"

Legs OR What We Watched During Dinner...

Watching "Bones" tonight over dinner. There's a scene where the forensic anthropologist examines a severed leg from an accident. Jessie looks at Dave and says, "Daddy, was that the leg from the bachelor party?" What happens in Vegas obviously doesn't STAY in Vegas...

Dave replied that all he ever said was that he had to find and return a leg. He didn't say anything about how the leg was lost, the circumstances under which losing a leg made perfect sense, or who (indeed) stole the leg. However he does assert that if HE had stolen the leg, it would have come back with rhinestones and ostrich feathers on it. No use being in Vegas if you can't pimp your gimp.

iLike!

Thanks to Ren, THE GENIUS, I now have an iLike account and can easily link the song of the morning to my Glass Incarnate postings. It also shows everything I have been listening to recently and since it's the melancholy playlist from Ren, my taste looks a lot more hi-brow than it normally does. At last a technology that makes music as easy to show and share as pictures are. When was the last time you had to download a "player" to view a picture someone sent you? Never! I am tired of being prompted to download yet another widget to share music snippets. It's not like I'm trying to pirate anything--I just want to share a small piece and pique the interest. I will be pursuing iLike more... let's try an add to the template...

Nesting

Will I ever post about the cruise? I should have done it right away. Now the memories fade into a warm fuzz of walking, sleeping, snuggling, good food, sunshine, trashy books and umbrella drinks. The best part was not getting off the ship (but once) while everyone else got off. Peace and quiet with a slight rocking motion. I will do the Chaccoben ruin photos at the least.

But today I show off springtime in the south. I waited so long that it is starting to fade to summer (can you imagine? in March!). First up, the weeping cherry in the backyard next to the pauciflora (the yellow bush) followed by the shooting bamboo. I waxed eloquent the other week about the beauty of the magnolias, cherries, redbuds, etc. The weekend's addition to the bouquet was the wisteria which has burst into bloom dripping from every old stand of pines and pecans. No photos of it as I STILL don't have one and didn't have a camera when we were on the road to the nursery on Saturday. You'll just have to take my word for it--it's stunning.

Ever since we moved to Atlanta there have been many things higher in the queue than potting annuals and setting up little family areas in the yard. The yard work--when it happened--was done in broad brush stroke: plant bamboo, lay turf, plant trees, put up the little house and paint it. It was a huge empty space that had to be lightly and evenly filled.

Now I'm at a point where I can focus on improving small areas. the "nesting" process one does to make a house or yard a home. One of those areas is the children's play area in the front. J had a friend over last week and they had hot dogs for dinner at the picnic table and played in the front yard. Last evening while I was finishing up putting the tropical plants around the pond, J rocked in her glider.

Last weekend I not only bought a bunch of flats of annuals, pots and potting soil, I also planted them all and set up the pots on the front steps. I had a lot of help from J who wore her rain boots to keep out the dirt and a Braves cap to keep off the sun. A new southern Belle. She lined up the pots to fill with soil and she watered everything as it got planted. Now it's her job to water all the pots daily. She gets to use the hose and doesn't have to rely on a small watering can--though that would keep her occupied for an hour or so everyday after school...

Previously on the steps was Halloween pumpkin that never got carved and sat all winter till it rotted away. Dave finally scraped it up and threw it out, but there were a few seeds left. Jessie put them in one of the pots of annuals (white petunias) and now we anticipate pumpkin vines spreading across the front yard.

Yesterday I took the day off and moved the little round pond from the back deck to the screened in front porch. There is a still a fountain on the back deck to provide water for the dogs and the squirrels, but I am tired of having to clean the leaves out of the little pond and unclog the filter. The goldfish in the pond are also likely to be happier now that there are no predators who will try to fish for them at night. A few ferns, palms and other tropicals from Home Depot added the finishing touches. Someday we might get real outdoor furniture, but for now the rocker we don't have room for in the house fits just fine.

I close with the view down our street this morning. You can see the understory of redbuds, cherries, dogwoods and other flowering trees peeking through the pecans and pines. This weekend (maybe even this week) I begin the design and planning process for the real pond that will go in the backyard. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that this time putting in a pond doesn't mean we will move in the next year. I want to stay to enjoy this yard for awhile.

That Was Then, This Is Now

I just read Ren's post on her morning routine and all I can say is Holy Sh*t! How does she get all that done in an hour?!? Eye shadow AND eyeliner? Wow. If it's a good day, I brush the teeth and hair. If not, I just pull the hair up in an elastic and go. The shirt will have stains on it: Dave does the laundry and he and the Spray 'N Wash don't see eye to eye. I would rather have stains than do the laundry.

I have not always been like this. I remember the pre-work routine taking up to an hour 15 and containing make-up, curling irons, showers and moisturizer. Living in the dry north it used to take me 15 minutes every morning just to coat my body with moisturizer else I'd suffer the ravages of itchy dry skin all day.

My pre-work morning now is divided into two parts: Jessie and blogging. Hygiene is for other people (as is commuting, but I won't crow about that too much as it is a sad state of affairs that so many have to go so far every day before they even begin work).

In an hour--if I really rush--I get a five year-old out of bed by tickling her and carrying her into the bathroom while blowing raspberries on her belly (or dragging her kicking, screaming and thrashing). Then I cajole (or browbeat) her through her ablutions which now include cleaning the newly pierced ears and a careful brushing of the teeth with the gaping hole. Then there is hair brushing--hers has still never been touched by scissors wielded by a hand other than her own (and that was just that once three years ago) followed by dressing. I can't sugar-coat it: Dressing is a chore every Day as the panties must be Just Right (low on the hips), with the pants over them Just So (so the tops align evenly). The pants may neither be too tight nor too loose. On a day where I maintain equilibrium and she stays on task, we both get through with neither tears nor threats. The allotted time for all of these activities is 30 minutes. Then I assist with coat and shoes (assistance mostly consists of repeated cries of "Hurry up! Daddy's ready to go!"), shove a bagel into small hand, kiss everyone good-bye, and push them out the door. Alone at last. The coffee brews, and I blog the daily glass incarnate. If I am really good, I finish by nine and go back upstairs to tie back the hair and throw on some clothes. Shower? Make-up? Pah!

Good thing I work alone, huh?

Go Uma!

I have added checking up on Uma to my morning web routine. Anna Nicole Smith died, NASA is dealing with an astronaut love triangle scandal (it used to be just leaky seals), Iraq is an ongoing sink-hole mess, and Uma fights quietly on. I love the photo, and I love the eloquent post that accompanies it. I may keep reading Erik even after Uma is dancing in the streets again. What is it about edgy, arty California types (Yes, Ren and Jodi, I mean you too) that draws me into their blogs? I even like reading about Just Jenn's snack foods for heaven's sake. Then there's the heartland connection... No wonder I have trouble getting stuff done. Too much surfing other people's lives and too little living my own. But maybe that's just winter.

"I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Deathcab For Cutie just came on iTunes (thanks again, Ren). I need to go call someone just to say I love you...

More Uma

Apparently my last post was a bit... obscure.

I am not a Generation MySpace. I grew up producing papers on a typewriter with the Encyclopedia Britannica as the fact-providing resource. And I am not old. My upbringing predisposes me to approach the Internet with an eternally renewing awe, i.e., I don't take it for granted. Every few months I will have an almost-epiphany about the real nature and scope of it, the essential humanity of it. I had one of those yesterday.

Every morning I start my day with CNN.com (not surprising since my husband is a techie geek there... why else would we live in Atlanta?). I read about the last minutes of life for dozens of people in Iraq the day before, the daily agonies inflicted upon children all over the world, the pain, and death and worse that one human perpetrates on another in the unending flow of "life". It is mentally and emotionally numbing. How can we cope with the constant stream of bad? How can we keep seeing the beauty and joy in life? Dave shakes his head and says, "Your life would be better if you didn't read that." But someone else had to live and die it, it seems the least I can do to honor that is to read about it.

So yesterday someone I do not know (the essence of the net) read Stranded in the South and posted on USB microscope envy. Being a curious mammal I tracked back to see who this person is. I read her blog Inconstant Directive. I love reading about other people's lives and prefer it if they are not celebrities or other famous people alive or dead whose (auto)biographies are bound and sold. I like to discover the extraordinary in other ordinary people. Her blog is new and only has links to two other blogs on it; one to Jodi's Snarky Dork (I already read that one) and one to someone named Erik who writes My Year of New Things. I jumped over to Erik and read about his friend Uma who had a brain aneurysm recently. For a whole set of complicated triggers and responses in my head that I cannot even begin to lay out here, I was compelled to go into our backyard last night and write Uma's name on the green man we have on our deck (backed by Jessie's Prince Charming frog pond spitter that I haven't got a pond for yet, two little squirrel drinking cups with frog and lizard, and an Isobel Bloom ceramic fish).

I stood there freezing my feet with my hand on the green man and sent good thoughts winging to Uma. Will it do any good for her? Who knows. But it did good for me. In the daily tide of faceless death and woe on the Internet I felt a connection with the real humanness, humanity of Erik's post on vandalizing the world for Uma day... and I can't explain it any better than that. Like I said, I have an almost-epiphany. It's like calculus that way.

Uma

"The Internet is a mysterious and powerful device whose mystery is only exceeded by its power."

Today someone new came here via Snarky Dork, and the visitor's Inconstant Directive led me to Erik's Year of New Things, and Uma.

There are countless people in the world to whom bad things are happening every second of every minute of every day. C'est la vie, che sera sera, that's life. That may be life, but this is human. Go Uma.

Tooth Model Books

What a week! I am finally catching up. Deep breath. The photographer from my publisher arrived Tuesday afternoon to begin three full, grueling days of shooting all the how-to and materials/tools photography for the book, which will be chronicled in Glass Incarnate tomorrow. Friday morning at 9:30 I got a call from Jessie's school. She was fine, but there had been a little accident...

It seems that the four and five year-olds had decided to mosh in their class. Jessie was on the top of the pile and when the boy on the bottom heaved up she flew out and right into a wooden chair... mouth first. The good news is that she didn't cut her lip. The bad news is that the force of the hit knocked her front tooth out. It snapped clean off. Her teeth were not even slightly loose so this isn't just a little early or right on time, it was a bloody, gory break.

I flew out of the house leaving the photographer, his assistant and my assistant with promises of "I'll be right back". Well I was, but then I had to leave again to take her to the dentist to make sure there wasn't any damage to the surrounding teeth that needed to be fixed immediately. And I didn't call her dentist--who is a very nice man but whose receptionist is a real bi... meanie. I called my dentist. The receptionist put me through to my dentist's partner (I figured my dentist was in the middle of a crown or something) and he said to come right in and he would look at it. Turns out the office was closed. The receptionist was there with her maltese puppy wearing her jeans and doing a little paperwork. The dentist was in a polo shirt and casual pants, just in to grab a few things before heading out of town. He told Jessie to call him Dr. Jay, and he charmed her into the chair. He looked over the carnage and declared her fine, but recommended an X-ray from her dentist this week. Then he found her a little envelope to put her tooth in and ushered us to the door after refusing any payment. The receptionist let Jessie pet the puppy.

We arrived home to find the photography team struggling manfully on without me, and I settled J down to watch a movie while we worked. Dave came home in the afternoon and took over the J, who napped for two hours and awoke refreshed for Fun Friday at the Y. Dave and I took our shattered selves to the Istanbul Cafe for Turkish food and belly dancing.

We got through Saturday in an exhausted daze. J had her interview with Atlanta's Young Faces Modeling Agency at 1:00 and I think it went well in spite of the missing tooth. They probably won't be able to use her for print modeling, but she's not really interested in that anyway. She wants to be an actress, and this agency represents a lot of the child "talent" booked for roles in the movies filmed in Atlanta. For the commercial division (the film side of the house) they care more about character than looks, and a missing tooth is not a liability (which it is on the "pretty" side of the house). This philosophy fits in with our household ethos better than the Jon Benet alternative so we are both a bit relieved.

Now there's today. We thought we might have a calm day to relax but at midnight J came down with a screaming ear infection and she was the one screaming. We all slept in short stretches the rest of the night between bouts of Tylenol-laced crying pain. Today, with a fever of 100.8, J reposes on the couch sleeping and watching movies (Chicken Run right now). Dave and I fill the new bookcases from the stacks of books lying all over the house. Delicious Library is turning out to be a disappointment for books (It was great for the dvd's and really good for the cd's too). But we will get everything sorted by category, shelved, and alphabetized today, and eventually we will have an on-line database.

And that is our weekend. Weight Watchers goes on throughout, and we prepare for the arrival of Dave's parents on Thursday for next weekend.

Bugs

A couple of weeks ago Jessie had another outbreak of "bugs" in her class at school. I reacted by immediately braiding her hair tightly in a cornet and not taking it down for five days. I took it down long enough to wash it, and promptly put it back up again for another five days--while it was still wet. I was in denial.

Tonight while I was bathing J and washing her hair I happened up on... something. I cleaned a bunch of hair out of the comb I used to comb the conditioner through, and there was something... small and black. I had Jessie get out of the bath (I was in it too) and get my reading glasses. I looked closer. It looked like a mature louse--don't ask how I know. J looked at it. She saw an antenna. Dave came in the bathroom and joined in the examination. He was of the minority opinion that it was a bit of schmutz. I wanted him to go to Publix for one of the little metal combs and a nasty chemical shampoo for the J. We were at an impasse. Then Dave reminded me of why I married him.

He took the object in question downstairs and examined it under the USB microscope I got him and the J for Christmas. Happily, he was right (shown at 60 X actual size). Science. It works. And he didn't have to shave his head.

Dieting

The Weight Watchers goes on. I had a long day today (the first day of the how-to photography for the book in the studio) and I just finished doing the prep in the studio for tomorrow's photo shoot. It's 11:00 pm. I am exhausted beyond belief, but I login to the Weight Watchers site to track my "points" for the food I have eaten today.

Me: "Wow. Even after two glasses of wine with dinner I still have nine points left today!"
Dave: "Ooh, you should eat a stick of butter!"