Tiny Post-Its Won't Go Through A Paper Shredder

Lessons we learn. I have remarkable indestructible post-its. See, I have a post-it fixation - I go through them like crazy - and yet I have had the same tiny blue and pink post-it pads since last February (a part of an office supply grab bag gag gift of sorts from a certain precocious I-hate-my-job-so-I-stole-these-from-the-supply-closet costar). I think they're magical regenerating post-its. Awesome.

Today I am sooooo happy because due to the surgery schedule, I get to go to North Carolina and see my folks for Christmas. (J won Thanksgiving, so I get Christmas.) We'll get to see snow, hopefully, because J has still not seen it, despite our treks to Washington and New York in pursuit. And he gets one less day off work than I do, so I'm going up early to spend the night at the Grove Park Resort and Spa with Mom for girlie-day! Yay! My favourite thing to do with Mom - we get a hotel room, we order room service and watch late night TV, giggle a lot and hit the mini-bar, then go for a spa day the next morning. We're getting pedicures and I'm getting the most deluxe treatment they have, which involves a full-body exfoliation and wrap, a milk-and-honey whirlpool bath, and a waterfall massage. Sound spectacular? It will be! (FYI, the spa is 40,000 square feet and is built underground, complete with seven pools in a grotto-like atmosphere - how amazing is that?)

Honestly, what would I DO if I wasn't a girl? I know the answer to that...probably be a total drag queen. Because why would I want to be a man unless I could somehow still get brow waxings, seaweed body wraps, shop for the perfect Roberto Cavalli blouse, and wear glittery eyeliner??