This scotches my chances of a 40 hour week this week, of course.
At least I've got a little time to get things tidied up around here. Maybe I can go get those blasted pens. I have too much mail to sanely shuffle through, and most of it is from people who love my money. (From childhood: Mama and Dad sorted the mail based on "someone who loves me or someone who loves my money?")
Yep, I went and got the highlighters in question. Also, who knew that drinking half-frozen strawberry soda out of a blue plastic margarita glass could be this much fun? Whee!