i took a nap tonight. i hate when i do that. it wasn’t my intention, i was laying around reading a magazine and the next thing i know it’s 8:30. it wasn’t a long nap, an hour and a half– but i am sure i’ll be up most of the night because of it. lucky you, darling ones.

i am starting implement the jodi 3.0 redesign. . . there is a fridge full of food and not a corndog or cheezyweenie in the place. do you know how hard that is? i did notice they have meatfree minicorndogs. but i am sort of afraid of meatless meatlike products, you know what i mean? it’s just scary. . . yes, i know the irony here. the corndog queen is afraid of meat-type substances. sue me, i am a hypocrit.

i am wanting to know how tall phil jackson the coach of the lakers is. . . if you know tell me. he looks freaking huge. if he’s 6’5″ i will surely die. because that must mean i look freaking huge. blech!

there are smashed mosquito guts on my white vertical blinds. it’s pretty gross and if i weren’t so lazy i would clean it off. but then part of me thinks the mosquito carcass will be a warning to the other little buggers who think sucking my blood is a good idea.

also, i think i have solved the mystery of the mysterious bruises . . . see, i am driving the sistermobile and well i am not sure it’s a car designed for 6’5″ chickies like me. i think i must have bumped by leg superhard whilst trying to get out of the car. you’d think i would remember hitting my leg against the steering wheel hard enough to bruise it. but then maybe i am just that delicate. who knows?

ok, i think that might be all.