Shelfari...more fun than a poke in the eye!

Okay, so I can't sit at the computer much longer because my eyes are already not staring in the same direction (as each other). I've been trying to plan our Disneyland trip next week, but do it sort of cheaply so we don't spend so much we will come home and figure out we could have...I don't know, bought a new car with all the money we gave Mickey. Only, we don't need a new car, because we have five cars. What we really need to buy is a new garage. Where we can hide cars, so we can get the HOA off our arses. I'm just not ready to get rid of the 91 Integra, people. Fred will be seventeen years old this month. When I see him, I don't see the dents or smell the mildewy seats, I just see what a cool couple he and I made back when I was seventeen (as close to a boyfriend as I got in high school). When I was eighteen, he lured Jake into my driveway for me. I owe him something for that, right? Like a spot in the garage with all our crud stacked on him.The 92 Lexus coupe and the '01 Odyssey are for sale. Please come and get them. If Jake's not home, I'll give you a smokin' deal...

Anyway, back to the crazy eyes. All the screen time is, I think, causing some trouble. So I took it out on the eye doctor today. I went in for a check of my new contacts, and I let her have it. Obviously, it is all her fault. So now, instead of the more oxygen-permeable, better for my eyes contacts, I think I have the ones for old people and whiners. They do seem to feel a little better. My sister can't understand why I don't get laser eye surgery like she did. DUH. Because it is LASERS. IN. YOUR. EYE.

So there is some talk (like two sentences) that Mom, Jen and I will go back to NYC for Christmas shopping again this year! This is wonderful news for my rear end! My current, rather voluptuous backside won't fit into the wonderful pants I need to buy in the Big Apple. So it will have to get smaller. It is happy to do so, for the sake of all the spectacular pants...

Attention all literate friends: (That should be all of you, the whole blog thing screens out those pesky non-readers). On your right you'll see my Shelfari reading list shelf. I spent one whole evening loading books on my regular 'shelf', over 200 books, which you can see by clicking here. That's filled with books I already read and started to rate. Sign yourself up for Shelfari, put some books on there, and request me, Kellybee, for your friend. Then I can stop reading terrible books I stumble into blindly, and start reading the terrible books you tell me are classics. Plus, maybe I won't need to take up creepy Krish from India's friendship request. From the looks of his shelf, he's into Gandhi and the Karamel Sutra (which is my favorite Ben and Jerry's ice cream flavor). Peace and cold dairy treats. Maybe I shouldn't be so hasty. Maybe he is my type.

Okay, so if you do the Shelfari thing, I will give you prizes. If you ask for me as a friend, and you have at least 5 books on your shelf you would rate 5 stars, I will give you one of my Office magnets. Maybe even one of the funny ones.