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Still burnt.

Still stupid.

And not necessarily in that order.

You Can't Teach An Old Lobster New Tricks

My 40-something tanorexic self knows better than to sit in the sun for the first time this year without sunscreen on her legs and yet she seems surprised that the top of her legs are the same color as the Phillies shirt that she's wearing.

A Cliche But A Truthful One

A cloudy day at the beach is still better than a sunny day at home.

I've got the clouds, but I've also got books and my mom and the Phillies on this afternoon.

Would I prefer it to be sunny? Yes, but that would be the icing on this delicious cake.

Scarlett Fridays

From today until Labor Day, we are done work on Fridays at 12:30 p.m. It is really a nice perk, although I'm told it's only because the fall schedule is of such a pace that we all may not survive it.

Much like Scarlett, I'll worry about that tomorrow -- or more like in September.

For now, it's summer Friday afternoons off that is all I need to know!

Rest Day For Working On The Weekend

R econnect with a best friend
E ase into the day with no make-up
S it and read a book
T ake it slow and easy

D o NOT check work email
A hhhhhhh (the sound of relaxing)
Y es, I wish every day could be like this

They've Got Me By The Flotation Device

Last year I received an email from USAir indicating they were going to take my 46,637 miles from me as I had not flown with them for eighteen (18) months. In an act of desperation -- I EARNED those miles dammit! -- I wrote a letter to USAir explaining my unemployment situation and assuring them I would use their airline for business and personal travel once I got back to my career and what I would consider my "real" life. They wrote back with, and I paraphrase, "Tough, tough, cocoa puffs".

Now, however, that I have reached Silver Preferred Status with them after flying over 28,000 air miles with them since the beginning of the year, they have offered me the opportunity to buy back the miles for $200 by the end of the day tomorrow. That's $.0042884/mile. A bargain in these ridiculous economic times.

I had my credit card in hand and was ready to make the deal when it hit me -- why am I paying THEM for miles I earned and already paid for by purchasing a ticket from them for the flights?

I've always said that if I could figure out how the airlines determine airfares and publish that information, I would be a millionaire. Ironically, I would then have my own jet and this would all be a moot point to me. But for now, they've got me right where they want me, sitting on their plane, seat belt securely fastened, tray table in its upright and locked position, my seat in its upright position as well, my bags stored either in the overhead bin compartment or under the seat in front of me, electronic devices stowed until takeoff, their miles they giveth and taketh away, and I am now paying them for miles I already paid for.

Well played, USAir, well played.

There Is Right And Then There Is Wrong

When I get up in the morning for work, I get in the shower, dry and "do" my hair, apply some make-up, get dressed and leave the house. During this time, my husband is still in bed, snoring away.

I then make my 20+ mile commute, and sometime at about mile 5 I get a text from my husband that he is at work.

This DEFINITELY falls in the WRONG category.