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Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles - and some random stuff

I dared to brave the scale today and, miraculously, I gained nary a pound during the holiday's overindulgences (including an abundance of leftovers). I may have even lost an ounce or two. It probably helped that I'm not a big fan of pumpkin or apple pie. If there had been chocolate of the cakelike variety (cake, brownies, lava/pudding cake - I LOVE that stuff) it may have been a different scenario. I have one more Thanksgiving tomorrow. That's right, the hits just keep a comin'. This one is with Friendster Guy's parents. I'm looking forward to it.

Random Thought #1:

I love seeing really old guys driving cars with liberal bumper stickers. Not only do I say a little cheer for another liberal among us, but I also receive a kick in the (sassy) pants about my assumptions and prejudices. Don't judge a book by it's cover little lady.

Random Thought #2:

Why does spam (the email kind) exist? Can there really be that many people out there who just don't understand that it's a scam and fall for it to make sending out annoying emails to millions of people worthwhile? I mean just figuring out how to spell mortgage and erection 300 different ways to get past the spam censors would make it not worth it to me.

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