Small people are cuter

Via video chat: much less creepy when you embrace it with both arms and use it daily.

Sandwich Lady: Aw...she was the cutest little girl ever.
Me: I know. Norah. So cute.
Nora? What? Her name was Lily.
Um...no? It was Nora. I remember.
Yeah, so do I. I remember that it was Lily.
It was Nora!
Lily!
That's stupid. Her name was Nora.
You're stupid. It was Lily. I'm calling my sister. She'll know.
Fine.
(riing..) Hi. What was that little girl named? The really cute one? What? Are you serious?
HA. I was right! It was Nora!
Okay, bye sister.
Nora! I told you!
Her name is Joy.

Although that tiny person could compete in cuteness for the little one who came into work yesterday with his southern-accent mom. They were standing in the electric aisle, mother trying to pick out new outlet covers. Little one, on the other hand would run up the aisle toward me shouting "RUN TO THE LADY!" and then, too close for comfort, "RUN BACK TO MOMMY!" and back and forth and back and forth until he was ready to proclaim that he would carry the bag to the car.

Melatonin Increase

I saw this BoingBoing post a few days ago.
And then last night dreamt that I had a baby pygmy hippo as a pet.

That is all.

Pride, of sorts.

After three months of unemployment, (okay I got those three writers "compensation" checks that are still waiting to be picked up because eventually, if I wait long enough, all together they will pay for part of my cell phone bill) I am officially back on a payroll. The lovely S&S Hardware has hired me on as their newest jeans-wearing, tool-selling, receipt-printing, person who knows nothing about tools or plumbing or nails.
One of my first customers what a disgruntled, middle-aged woman who was in a huff from the moment she walked through the door. She walked up to the counter, put a plunger on the counter, and proclaimed that it did not work. Yes, she had tried. Yes, she had speculations as to why it did not work. Yes she wanted a refund for the used, broken plunger that was now sitting on our checkout counter. Employment! I forgot how fun you were!

Also, Oldest Brother is officially moved out and moved in to his new house. He threw a party Friday night for friends, family and keg-beer fans over at the new digs. I came with my parents and left with my roommates because my parents were not done having fun at 3 am.
My brother, the homeowner. Yes, why yes, I am proud.

On Patriotism. Sort of.

This is Sema and Ali. They own Black Sea on Snelling kind of by Hamline. Hamline freaks me out, but for undiscovered reasons. But you should venture to Black Sea because it is the first Turkish restaurant in Minnesota and most of their meals are under $5. I read in a review somewhere that Ali said they wanted the restaurant to just be "an extension of their living room" and what kind of hospitality is more delicious than that? The kind that comes with falafel.

Also, I helped elect the next president this week. And that's cool.
I've clearly been very productive and now deserve an episode of Gossip Girl.

Five Things, Five Songs. This post sponsored by Colin Meloy and his constituents.

Things that might be nice:

1. If someone would explain "No Shave November" to me.
   
2. If we could bottle today's weather up in a city-sized jar for me to spend time in after Friday when it snows.
   
3. If Thanksgiving dinner could happen during Spanish Lab on Mondays.
   
4. Making the school week one day long. I would also settle for two if the remaining days could alter between Christmas, Thanksgiving and weather days like today.
   
5. If in six months, day light savings time would please make sense.