Ha Ha.

http://biz.yahoo.com/ap/081112/best_buy_outlook.html

I hate Best Buy. I hope they disappear into a black hole. Their parking lots suck, the overhead fluorescents give me panic attacks, and I HATE the smell of plastic shrink wrap that permeates everything in the place.

Best Buy is a cancer on the American soul. The sooner they go under, the better as far as I am concerned.

Well, i feel at least somewat vindicated.

Parent teacher meetings today. apparently my kids are bright and full of opprtunity. and well-behaved in school. yay me.

dont blog on ambien my friends

PUPPIES

OMG it's seriously like mainlining an eightball of furry adorableness. Go. Now.

PUPPYCAM

I'm not saying I'm some kind of economic genius or anything. HOWEVER.

I've been saying this for the past 2 weeks:

Deflation

I love how the experts keep referring to the "small chance" and the "remote possibility" of a deflationary spiral.

To recap the blindingly obvious (to anyone who hasn't been living in a cave for the past...um, ever): Everyone Is Broke. Credit is Maxed. The consumer, the driving engine of the US economic beast, is out of freaking gas. Prices are dropping to compete for that ever-smaller slice of market share for everything. (PERFECT example: The 1.99 Hardee's Mini Thickburger ad. This sandwich is smaller and cheaper, and touted as a replacement for, the old, $5.49 big Thickburger.) TA DA...Deflation!!! and downward and downward it goes.

To quote Futurama's fabulous Amy Wong: "Well, shpluh."

Mark my words this day: deflation is *here*, kids. In short order the pundits falling all over themselves to proclaim how NO one saw this coming.

To paraphrase the brilliant screenwriter William Goldman: "The first rule is, no one knows anything."

I've always loved Sunday evenings.

For as long as I can remember, Sunday evenings have always been my favorite part of the week. When I was a kid, we were always busy on the weekends around the house - my parents, for all their shortcomings, were always industrious about keeping things around the house kept up, chores done, yard tidy and all that - but Sundays before dinner was time for The Muppet Show, goofing around, getting hungry for the big dinner we always had on Sundays.

Wow, I make it sound so Norman Rockwell idyllic, which is not the case. But those times are undeniably always been among my best memories.

Tonight, I am relaxing in my clean house (we did a LOT of cleaning and organizing this weekend!), drinking a glass of wine, while the kids play on the computer and the dog naps curled up against me. Things are good.

I only wish we still had The Muppet Show...but The Simpsons will do!

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