Yesterday I rode in an elevator with Sue-Ellen Mishke. I guess she didn’t actually look like her, but she was certainly wearing her bra as an item of clothing. I almost died… I had to look away…. like staring into the sun…. just get a taste of it and look away!

I wanted Mary or Janet or Andy or Angie or my father in law or anyone who would barely be able to suppress laughter if I turned to them and whispered, “your honor, the defense requests that Ms. Mishke put on her bra!”

I’m seriously not making fun of someone for wearing a bra OVER a camisole… seriously. Go for it. She looked good. But the Seinfeldesque nature………. oh god. I want things like this to happen to me all the time so I can add more things to this “seinfeld moments” category in my blog.

Today is really really dreary, and I’ve got nowhere to watch WVU kill Marshall. I kind of wish I was just there, sitting with my brother on one side of me and Jenn bates in her coonskin cap on the other side. And then when we win, Mary and I would walk around and look at all of the fires.

But I’ll just watch Seinfeld reruns all day. Alas, I only have the first four seasons on DVD (all of my tapes are gone forever) and so I cannot relive The Caddy.

Listening: Denison Witmer : Recovered
Reading: Dominion by Matthew Scully
Wishing for: five and six