Who knew that a post about Birth Control would be almost as popular as a post about getting engaged? That's kind of awesome.

Yesterday my friend Wendy, her daughter Fiona and I went for a picnic up on Mt. Tabor.  For those of you who don't know the area, Mt. Tabor is a mountain. In the middle of the city. No joke.  It's in the middle of South East Portland and after visiting it yesterday, I have to say that New York can suck it because New York? Might have central park, but it doesn't have a mountain right in the middle of Manhattan!

If you haven't ever been to Mt. Tabor, it's a really great part of the city.  We didn't get up to the top because Fiona was in love with the playground, but the parts of the park that I saw were very pretty and I am antsy to get back up there with the new fancy schmancy camera.  Maybe after the first of the month–after the rent and bills are paid and I've finally bought a camera bag.

In other news, Will is taking Auto Cad classes at the community college and the first few classes are on how to use a computer.  Maybe I'm being a jerk but I thought that people who would be interested in Auto Cad classes would already know how to use a computer.  Will came home indignant about having to spend forty five minutes learning how a mouse works.  I feel bad for him because I know he is going out of his mind with boredom but his text messages (particularly the one he sent about halfway through tonight's class: "this must be what hell is like!") are pretty funny.

In other, other news I am having a hard time deciding if my PMS is showing up right on schedule or if someone (not you, don't worry) really is that annoying.  Maybe it's a combination of the two.  I thought I was doing a pretty good job of channelling my PMS energy into staying productive (this being a "gotta make the rent" week) but there is one person online who I would very much like to…well, to be honest I kind of want to roll up a newspaper and just bash him about the head with it for a few minutes.  Seriously.  Just the idea of whacking the dude with a rolled up newspaper is really satisfying…so maybe it is PMS, which reminds me…

When Will finally got home from class he found me sitting on the couch, laptop on lap, watching the first season of Scrubs on DVD (Netflix won't get here until tomorrow) and there was a particularly funny/awesome exchange between Jordan and Dr. Cox and I looked at Will and said "Don't you wish you knew people who talked like that in real life?" and he looked at me for a minute and then said "What are you talking about?  You are like that!"  And, um, is it wrong that I'm taking it as a compliment?