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My sister's AIM away message:

Away Message: Twas the night before the end of the series with Boston all through the city, everyone was thinking of 85 years of being really really shitty. Cuz you can't blame losing every year on bad luck, 85 years = Boston just sucks. On Jeter on Bernie on Jason and Sori, On Jorge on Roger on Zimmer and Torre. Carry this team and extend their little curse, throw at us again Pedro, you'll leave in a hearse. To the true fans of New York sit and watch the screen, and say it together... 1918:-D

Managed to get Mom to the airport on time, though she was impossible as usual ;-) Made me park and go in with her as well...

Had to stop to drop Mom's handbag off at the Coach store in Manhasset. It's in a very high-end shopping center (home to Brooks Brothers, Prada, Gucci, Armani, etc). I felt very poor ;-) I decided to have a look at the Whole Foods across the street--I've never been there (it's the only one on Long Island) but I keep hearing good things about it. Not bad at all ;-) I go out of my way to shop at a decent market (with actual cheese counter, big produce section, etc) but if I didn't I'd be very tempted to go someplace like Whole Foods as an extra trip. I did pick up a couple of things--they actually had the King Arthur White Whole Wheat (which I've been meaning to order from them, but never got round to) and SAF yeast in a 1lb brick for only $5 (less than what Williams-Sonoma charges for a 125g package!) (I probably won't go through a pound of yeast, but it's by far the cheapest way to buy it. Packeted yeast, 3x7g, is $1.79--working out to over $10/125g!) Of course, they had a damn chocolate (Valrhona and Callebaut) display right in the front of the store. Evil! Evil!

I was walking the dog, she stops for a dump, woman opens her window and yells at me for letting my dog go on her property. I hold up the Pooper-Scooper and say, "I'm picking up after her." Her: "It doesn't matter, it's my property, I don't want dogs going on it." Me: "You better get over yourself fast, lady, because everyone in this neighborhood owns a dog and they all go on everyone's lawns." Her: <bitch more>. Total Bronx ho, no manners (who the hell yells out the window?!) and I was tempted to tell her to go back there, but she was Latina and I didn't feel like getting called a racist.

I let Abby finish, picked up her stuff and put it in the garbage bag.

BTW, she doesn't have a lawn; they dug up a bunch of tree stumps in september so it's all dirt. And this is the fucking suburbs, there are cats and dogs and squirrels and raccoons. If animal shit bothers you this ain't the place.

Afterwards I vowed that I'd make a point of having Abby go there. ;-)