Took a long walk at lunch today in the sunshine, all the way down to Pike Place market, for Russian pieroshkis, then walked back, then walked to Vivace for coffee. Walking after lunch, good for the constitution.

Is it possible that the Alaskan governor’s pregnant daughter will have an *actual* shotgun wedding? I’ve seen the (now removed) myspace of the sperm donor, I mean father, he describes himself as a “fuckin redneck.” That just about covers it, I think.

I’ve had some great luck this week selling my unused accessories online — a coin purse, a key ring, a leather agenda cover. Yay, money.

My boss told me today she is three months pregnant. She and her husband started trying… three months ago. Gee, how nice for them. Next month will be three years for me.

Oh well. Being childless allows us to do things like buy gorgeous handmade hardwood furniture, like the book case I ordered yesterday which will be done in four weeks or so. We get the new bed frame and mattress next week. I think now, we are finally done ordering large furniture for the damn house. Next up will be actually decorating it. Bare walls are so depressing.