So I'm totally addicted to this season of "So You Think You Can Dance?" and I have a HUGE dancer crush on Benji. Enormous. I haven't wanted to dance this much in years.

So, I think I'm going to cave and get a manbag. Fumbling to retrieve my wallet from underneath my iPod in one pocket, and my keys from underneath my cell phone in the other is growing very old, very quickly. A small bag would be really really nice. I've got a couple early contenders..



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Of those, I think I prefer the first. Better color, a little bit narrower, and no silly logo. But those are just a couple I happened to see at a store at lunch. I'd like to do some more shopping...but I don't even really know where to shop. I might purchase online, but I'd definitely have to see any candidates in person before buying.

I will never own a manpurse.

Even though Jack Bauer carries a manpurse, I will never carry a manpurse.

Have you considered a backpack?

MacGuyver carried a [man]bag, too. Isn't he manly enough for you?

LOVED when they asked him "Do you have wheels in your sneakers? Did you rip your shirt off?" last night.

I'm so over Dmitri, and the roller sneaker thing was just stupid. I think rollerboy and Martha will be going tonight.

I don't think I've seen one MacGuyver episode.

No, far too unweildy and far too likely to accumulate crap. I need something just big enough to hold a cell phone, an iPod, a digital camera, maybe some paper and a pen, with a bit of room left over for another small item. Otherwise I'll just fill it with crap.

How about a lipstick and some eyeliner, too?:D

The puppy is stupid. I turned a fan on in the patio to helop keep the air moving so that the breezeway area would not be so fly friendly. If it is just blowing, no problem. If I make it oscelate, he barks at it.

Today, when I go out, I am stopping by Petco to pick up a small chain so that we can chain him when we are doing stuff that requires the door to the garage be open. Poohdog won't leave the partio, but Sox keeps running into the garage and taking off down the street. Last night he took off on Nickolas, and went right to Nick's friend's house. It was 105, dark, and I hear my son yell and then all I hear is "Stupid dog!!!" Poor kid had to run after him. I met him 1/2 way with the leash.

We are just so used to Pooh not trying to leave that it is hard to keep the door closed.

On a side note, last night I made good use of my insomnia and cleaned out our pantry. I found open boxes of cereal from 1999.

Gee, I didn't know something with a shoulder strap could be so threatening to your manhood!

I really like the first one. The second one is too.....blah.