Mother wanted me to come out in a kimono. So we had quite a fight.

Quick word before I get back to packing so Jordon doesn't murder my ass . . .

I've been eating Israeli gummy worms for the past half hour. They are sensational.

I have finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, for all you inquiring minds. I didn't think I was very dorky until today at catering when I was looking at this cookie across the kitchen that and I wanted to steal, and I honestly thought, "If I could just pull my wand out of my pocket and perform that summoning charm, I could have that cookie."

Lovely, Katie. I see a lot of boyfriends in my future. Hopefully they'll buy me fake wands.

So, now I'm saving up for the entire box set. It's $50 with the Barnes & Noble discount. They're all paperback, but the way I see it, it's a great thing to give to your kids (what the?) and they're lighter to carry on the subway. I mean, the hardcovers are just so not subtle. And you know me, I am just all about the subtlety.

Last night Jordon and I stayed up late going through my closet. Along with all this packing, has come some serious downsizing. I think Jordon was waiting until I was drunk enough to give up my ugly clothes with reckless abandonment. Her plan worked. It was like a scene from "What Not to Wear" in my bedroom. There was crying. There was cheering. There was...storytelling! Oh yes. I don't think Jordon realized that every piece of clothing I had to defend had a loooong story attached to it. "I wore THIS elegant number when he told me I made him the happiest man on earth." Then Jordon bored me for an hour explaining to me the difference between a poly-cotton-spandex blend and silk. What-ever. Sometimes she announced out loud that 'Danielle would be so happy to see that fugly shirt finally being trashed!'. Hm. And then there was the low dig "I don't know how you got laid in college" line. okay, GUYS! My clothes were not that bad! Yes, I will admit, NYC had enhanced my style and I have learned (from observation) how to assemble eclectic pieces together appropriately. But still, I saw worse in college. Wayyy worse.

And on that note, I must get back to my packing.
UNT