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I was driving home, er, to the “office” after dropping Junior off at his home daycare place, and was listening to a CD and trying to figure out something to put here in the blog. I was actually giving it THOUGHT, I tell you. And I saw a Ben and Jerry’s truck waiting at the same set of lights as me, and I thought. “Yum. I wonder if they have Cherry Garcia in there.” And then I thought “It’s forty below friggin zero out here and I’m lusting after an ice cream delivery truck? Am I insane?” But no, I’m not insane, I’m just from New England. We just put on another layer and grab the napkins. Junior and I were watching a Spongebob on the Tivo last night, the one with the fry cook olympics. One of the categories involves simulating an ice cream creation, and Patrick does a strawberry cone dipped in chocolate. The joke is that they show an actual picture of an ice cream cone and say it’s him. I looked at that strawberry cone and thought “Damn, why do the ice cream stands have to close in the winter?” There was literally a ten below wind chill at the time I said that, and yet I was lamenting the winter closing of ice cream stands. Gotta love New England.

Oh, and the CD I was listening to? Duncan Sheik’s Daylight. Oh my God, I love this CD. I loved self-titled 1996 CD greatly. Played it constantly. Then I got his Phantom Moon, which I wasn’t crazy about. So I figured it was another case of me hitting someone’s great first album that they couldn’t duplicate on subsequent efforts. But still, I liked the first one SO much that when Daylight came out, I read a few of the reviews, and decided to buy it.

Holy cow. Fantastic. Overall it’s better than the first one (although She Runs Away and Barely Breathing are still two of my favorite songs ever), if that’s possible. And the funny thing is that when I first bought it, I listened to it two or three times, said “that’s not too bad” and then kind of forgot about it. I found it in my glovebox about two weeks ago and put it back in the player and now I can’t take it out. Is this enough of a good review for you? You want kind of angry-sad songs that work really well if you’re unfortunately not in a good relationship? Someone dump you? He’s the man for you. But what really got me is actually listening to the lyrics of the song Magazines today. I really really want to know if it’s based on any kind of reality. It’s about a guy who spots an ex-girlfriend posing for a skin mag. And the song is just lovely, too…but who writes about that topic?! Nobody! I love it.

Okay, enough from me. Can you tell I have something to do and I’m avoiding it? Go to his official website… a popup comes that plays the song I JUST finished listening to, On a High.

Just to blow Jack’s mind a little more this afternoon (hey! It’s Monday!) here’s another post about his post about my post about his post. Got that? It’s accurate.

No hits yet on extreme baking or Legolas in a thong. But at least I’m not going to get hits for “Ernest Borgnine in a tutu” the way Jack will, because…oh, wait! Damn. Alright, let’s settle this at 20 paces. In exactly one week, I will Google that phrase to see which of us ranks higher on the page.

I don’t want to post a whiny rant today, so I’ll talk about coats for a moment. I have several. My favorite is the jean jacket I got at a warehouse sale for $10. Can’t beat that with a big stick. I have a windbreaker from the same sale, same price, but it’s actually a little too big for me. Damned men and their lack of hips. I wanted a $10 windbreaker, though and I got it. My winter coat is from LLBean and it’s the toastiest thing I’ve ever owned. I’ve almost got the whole zipper thing worked out (there’s a slight flaw with the zipper but I didn’t want to give up the coat to exchange it, so I am just learning to live with the zipper needed a bit of extra attention.)

For looking good, dahling, I have a long wool coat that needs a button sewn on it. I think I’ll add that to this week’s to-do list. Or next week’s. Oh, and I also have the long wool coat I got when I was pregnant with Junior. It’s actually a big wool cape-like coat, and it has a faux leopard collar. I love this coat, it’s just wonderful, but it’s like 2 sizes too big because I bought it when I was about 34 weeks pregnant so that I could leave the house once in a while. It fit pregnant me, not current me. And because of the style, it’s too flowy and I’ll get all cold and stuff if I wear it now.

I’m sad about it, because it cost a small fortune (have you ever priced women’s coats?) at the time, and I DO love it. But not enough to gain all that weight back.

Why am I coughing all of a sudden? Why do I have a tickle in my throat that makes me want to swallow my new toilet scrub brush to scratch it into oblivion? Why? WHY?

This had better just be one of those things that you have for like an hour and then you never have it again. Ever.

I probably caught it from that other Jodi’s site (please people, note the spelling on that). She was sick all last week, and even had a reader create a picture of her drowning in NyQuil. Why don’t my readers ever do that? And as a pre-emptive strike, I don’t want an image of me swallowing a toilet brush, okay?

My, but it looks like a busy day ahead of us here in Big DumpTruck land. I assume many of you are Boston bloggers? No? Well, welcome anyway. I’ve made some cranberry bread (from the box mix, silly) and we’ll pop some corn later.

Oh, and we’ll go beat the living tar out of the manager at Linens and Things because they sold me a humidifier that had already been used, and in fact didn’t even have the manual or the little humidity-checker thingy that you supposedly got free with purchase. Am I angry? Oooooooooh, you don’t want to know.