fruit salad!

It is Tuesday and I am in the library as usual. Why is it so hot outside? It snowed on V-day last year. SNOooowed. I should be doing work but I am a procrastinator at heart.
I went to Houston this weekend. It was Harv’s birthday, and Heidi was in town for her Mardi Gras break. She hates being in New Orleans at this time, since Bourbon Street reminds her of a “frat house bathroom that’s never been cleaned.” She’s right; it is gross. The birthday celebration went well, mainly because any family gathering is a guarantee for some Nannie chocolate cake.
We had a Valentine’s party at work and I ate cookies all day. The soft kind with inch thick icing. There is a boy at work named Henry who is about two and a half or younger, and he makes all the other kids cry. While I should assume the role of the concerned, fair and responsible care giver and put a stop to the chaos he causes, I can’t help but giggle during these situations because his method of mayhem is dancing uncontrollably in his classmates’ faces. I have yet to figure out whether or not he is using his MC Hammer-esque jig for intentional harassment, or if he simply wants to bust a move to the Wiggles. (Because who can’t help but dance to the Fruit Salad song??) This is the same boy who once poured a bucket of sand down my pants and is secretly one of my favorites.
Lately I have been looking into purchasing a sewing machine, preferably used. It’s a hassle having to transport myself to Houston to borrow my Nannie’s. It is also over fifty years old, and is built into a desk. Plus, my hand stitching always ends up unraveling, which can lead to embarrassing situations I typically strive to avoid. EBay makes me nervous. So far have only been casually window shopping, but am considering taking the plunge into online consumerism. Suggestions?
Why are strip clubs called Gentlemen’s clubs? I have my doubts there are many gentlemanly things going on inside.
Yesterday was perfect for kayaking, but supposedly it is going to rainnnnn for the rest of the week.