sometimes i really wish the company store would stop sending me catalogs. i am paging through the catalog trying to justify to myself spending $800 on a king-size down comforter and a flannel snowman comforter cover. i see it and think how cute i would look all cuddled into that comforter, my nose stuck in a book. it’d be so toasty warm and perfect for a minnesota winter. really, don’t you think? but then i realize that $800 is like a month and a half of rent. rats! i hate when my logical side takes over.

driving home from the japanese restaurant tonight i realized that i fully expect to see a flying saucer/ufo sometime in my life. whenever i see anything oddly glittering in the night sky, i think it’s a ufo. i have to double, triple, quadruple check to make sure that it is a just a plane. of course i am always oddly disappointed when it isn’t a ufo. i think i must have been abducted by aliens in a past life.