1. Chris and I celebrated six years of being together last weekend. It was our "date-iversary." Six years is a pretty long time, and we've definitely grown throughout the years. Whether or not we've grown "our separate ways" is something that will remain to be seen. Ah, but I jest. It's been a good six years. The best six years of my life. Of course, I'm only 28, and I don't remember the FIRST six years of my life, and nobody in their right mind would ever choose their high school years as part of the best years of their life, so really- I don't have a whole lot to go on here. But let's just say we're still happy and in love and we haven't killed each other yet and really only average about one fight per year (spats don't count, nor does bickering), soooo- what else can you really ask for?

2. Christmas is next week, and I have about nine-six percent of my shopping done. I realized today that we didn't get Chris' Grandma anything yet, but I'm not too worried. Walgreens is open on Christmas, I'm sure we'll find her something nice there. Cold medicine, perhaps, or batteries? What do grandmas like more: AA or AAA?

3. Polly the Cobalt actually handles worse in the snow than Harriet the Cavalier did. I didn't think it was possible, but Polly slips and slides all over the place. And, because Polly is equipped with a fancy dashboard system full of all sorts of concise, yet important, messages, she is constantly blinking out the words LOW TRACTION. That refers to my tires, I think. And this little yellow icon of wavy tire marks in an orange triangle blinks on and off like crazy as well. I'm pretty sure that icon means basically the same thing as LOW TRACTION, but, either way, it's a distraction that I don't need while I'm tunnelling my way down Rt 12. The thing about Harriet was that, while she was a death trap, she didn't really distract me. No warning images or messages, no horrible noises or bells or whistles, no little plug-in thing for I-Pod, no automatic adjusting of my lights. And we got where I needed to go while ignoring the fact that I was only seconds away from careening into a ditch. Polly, she's annoying. And she handles like a go-kart. I'm thinking about getting sandbags for my trunk, but since the word "sandbag" makes me giggle, I can't actually see going out and getting some. Where does one buy sandbags anyway? The sandbaggery?

4. Chris gave me this book that he thought I would enjoy reading. It's something about Robin Hood and Sherwood Forest. The first thing I thought was, "Lame." The second thing I thought was, "He's turning into my dad." Because my dad always got me stupid boy books to read (mostly Jack London and old Westerns) and, I gotta tell you, it almost turned me off to reading entirely. Nay, it almost turned me off to the English language. But here I am. Here I am.