Ollie just told me that her armpits smell like garden trolls and offered to let me smell them. I told her I'd take her word for it.

Why is it that when I'm sitting alone in a booth in the back corner of McDonald's with almost the entire restaurant empty does this couple choose to sit in the booth next to me and carry on a conversation loud enough to prevent me from hearing the news on CNN or myself think, for that matter? Is it not obvious that I might be seeking some peace and quiet? There are at least 12 empty tables, plus the comfy chairs by the fireplace, that they could have chosen but noooooooo.... they have to sit RIGHT... NEXT... TO... ME. People like this are what puts the grr in poppgrrl. Perhaps it's time to start watching obnoxious YouTube videos (loudly) on my phone. Or better yet, carry on a conversation of my own.

By the way, if you haven't tried McDonald's new fruit & maple oatmeal, you should. I don't even like oatmeal and I love this stuff.

Ollie was lying on the couch eating an apple. Really, lying down almost completely horizontal. I looked at her quizzically and said, "How on earth can you eat lying down?" She looked back at me and said, "Well, you just lie down... and eat."