Out of Africa was on last night and I watched..again. Now I know I should not watch it, but I love it. I like to think I'd be like Karen Blixen. (Plus I would look amazing in all the hats.) I realized last night that the problem is I"m too much like her. People and things must belong to me.

The DH cut himself last night. He had to go to the emergency room. Poor guy, but he'll live. He has today off and we are going to do something besides sit on the couch. Actually, we'll do something after I figure out what the hell he's done to my printer. Since I've been home I haven't been able to print anything.