Whoosh!

I have shoes for the wedding now! They're ivory and sparkly and the heel is wide and relatively low. And I found them in town, so I don't have to drive an hour to an upscale mall to search for them. Yay!

(Now I just have to get rid of my insane sandal tan.)

This glee over the shoes might be why I managed to set popcorn on fire at work this morning. It was only in the microwave for three minutes! Who knew? But there was a giant charred mass in the bag, and people could smell it down on the first floor -- I'm on the tenth floor.

About half the bag was salvageable, though, and hey, free entertainment for everyone!

Meanwhile, it's really damn hot here. I'm sure the rest of you in North America can sympathize.