White lace and promises -- a kiss for luck and we're on our way.

Apparently it's Let's-Marry-Raymond-Month, but no one told me. On Thanksgiving Day, someone at dinner noticed I was the only one not drinking and asked if I was mormon. I thought that was an interesting thought process. Later in conversation, someone mentioned that doctors in Utah are among the highest-paid in the nation, so I joked to Quincy that she should work there after she graduates since I'll be moving there because I'm mormon. Now we're in the process of selecting my other wives (and husbands) to live with us.

Today I went to the drugstore and on the walk back remembered Next Door Coworker craving Arby's yesterday and complaining that they don't deliver (they're on the other side of the block from us). So I called her and asked what she wanted, then picked it up for her. When I got back she said, "would [Lowenstein] mind if we got married? I'll call her and ask. 'I'm sorry, [Lowenstein], it's just that.....he brought my Arby's!'"

Also, the sign of a coffee mug being too large is when the coffee gets cold before you get to the bottom to finish. Or maybe I just can't drink it that fast. Not that I need a coffee mug the size of my head, but it was the only one clean in the office.

I'm on a crazy text messaging kick via livejournal. If you allow messaging through your info page, you're at risk.