Today at the gym I decided (while trying to induce lactic acid poisoning) that it’s all about MFL. It’s sort of Dave the Trainer’s term, because he told me he got caught checking out a woman who spends an hour on the treadmill who looks like a librarian. My Favorite Librarian was in today and I’ve been caught checking her out as well. She’s too young for me, of course, and really she doesn’t look quite like any librarian I know, because most of the librarians I know have tattoos and could be baristas in any other town. (OK, so that’s only a few of the librarians I know, really, and most are much more  traditional. I won’t say normal, because tattoos are pretty common here.) We have a very good library system in Multnomah County and I’m sure it attracts its share of talent from the field.

Oh, and I had a rule that I would NOT HELP WITH SUPERBUZZY, but today I gave Timmy at the gym (and his hot trainer) Superbuzzy business cards so they could get whatever odd fabric my sister and her business partner Kelly are selling. So there. NO MORE HELP FOR SUPERBUZZY.