verbicide | an executive decision

It's official. I've canceled my October trip to Oakland, and it was clearly the right decision because I feel fairly ecstatic about it.

I'm really bummed I won't see my nephews for another couple of months. I'm really bummed I won't get in a quick visit with Amy. And, I'm really bummed that La Pinata remains out of my grubby reach. But I'm not sorry I won't be traveling this month. And I'm not sorry I'll actually get to see both The Decemberists and Dudley Manlove. And I'll be able to attend my company's Halloween bash and see Jeff rock the house as Mr. Howell. All good things.

And besides, I'll see my adorable nephews in December, which if time continues to whoosh by as it has this year, hurtling me towards menopause, then December will be tomorrow. So it's all good.

Allison called with a cute property for us to look at....RIGHTNOWNOWNOWNOW. So I bustled out of work and the place was cute. Great view, but for the price, it wasn't everything I wanted and despite the killer view, I'm unwilling to schlep groceries up 4 flights of stairs to a microscopic kitchen. I don't mind small bedrooms, but the place I buy really needs a good space for entertaining. But, cute. Part of me really hopes we just don't find anything until next year.

Looking very forward to a movie-palooza weekend. Hope to cram in In Her Shoes (only because of

dtaylor's review), and the new Wallace and Gromit flick along with A History of Violence with Jeff, Chris, and Bryan tonight.

I thought summer was the big movie season, but for me it's really not kicked in until fall. Perhaps because tis been a sucky movie year.

Awwwwwwwww. Mark just busted in here with an enormous bag of chocolate, shouting "Reverse Trick-or-Treat!" I think I shall make guacamole for his party. Mmmm. Milk Duds.