Why is it that a purported "organizer" can leave one without enough space to stick all the stuff that used to be jumbled into the same space? I bought a two-tier turntable for the cabinet and put my assortment of little spice boxes and jars onto it. It's full. And there's no room now in the cabinet for the two types of pasta I used to keep behind the spices. Sigh.

I would like to get one of those wire pull-out shelves to do my pots and pans with, but now I fear that trying to do that, I'll end up with no place for those very pots and pans! Argh!

My ex-husband is somewhere that starts with the letter "I" in preparation for the unstoppable war. Last year at this time, he was in Kuwait. This time, I'm afraid he's someplace more dangerous: Iowa.

Yesterday afternoon I spent going over my employment law final with two other students in the class. We live fairly near to each other and got together for the mid-term studying as well, essentially doing a round-robin of the test (which our teacher provides the class with beforehand) and debating our answers. It's a good system, although we tend to digress :) Now I must type out my answers to the final (it's a take-home) and hope that our debate has left enough residue for my final answers to jell.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, y'all!