Rob and I walked down to Liz's house this past Saturday to pick up my car. When Liz needs to leave the office early on the weeks she drives us both in, I'll catch the bus home and Rob and I will go get the car later on. Since we're trying to be relatively healthy, we walked. I told Rob it was little more than 2 miles from our place to hers, most of it downhill. And so it is. After all, 3.1 miles is more than two miles and other than the uphill stretch from the boardwalk to her house, it is downhill from where we live. So there. :)

Sunday we went to see Lord of the Rings again before it leaves the theaters. This time, since there weren't too many folks sitting around us, Rob took the opportunity to talk to me during the film. I stopped glancing at him because I was afraid it would ellicit another zinger about something.

For example, recall when Bilbo catches sight of the Ring when Frodo's going to try on the mithril shirt? Bilbo lunges for Frodo, his face contorted into an orc-like visage. Rob leans over to whisper, "Hmm! Looks like Frodo was trying to grab a box of Hamburger Helper!"

Irregular readers will want to refer to this episode.

And now, more wrestling with reallocation. I printed out the related documents but events of last week rendered me unable to sit down and read through them thoroughly.

Hugs to Broos and Suz and Corey and all :)