I'm never sure how much credence to put in astrology, but sometimes it just makes sense. I realized yesterday that my co-worker Ginny is a Sagittarius. Of course, since I realized this out loud, I then had to explain about fire signs and aggressive/dominant women. Fortunately, it went over OK, since I was using myself as an example.

I'm pretty sure I'm having a good hair day. It's a good thing, because I'm having a horrible skin day... yep, my face is peeling.

Why did my pants feel looser after I put on a belt?

The missing summer help? She finally called in on the machine last night. Won't be coming back, doesn't even know if she'll be back to New Jersey. Odd, but at least we know she's not dead by the side of the road somewhere.