Last night, we happened to have two 1-cup measures sitting out. I saw Nathan eyeing the cups with a puzzled look, so I looked over at them. It took me a moment to figure out that there was something a little … off … about them. They didn’t look the same size! And sure enough, then we noticed the labels.
Both labels said “1 cup.” But apparently one man’s cup is another man’s almost-a-cup. One said 240 millileters and the other said 235 millileters. We got a good laugh out of that.
Then I said, “Hey, what do you bet neither is right and a 1 cup actually isn’t 240 OR 235 millileters?!”
Well, that’s not exactly the type of trivia I store in my already-taxed brain. Google to the rescue! Sure enough, 1 cup does NOT equal 240 millileters. Nor does is equal 235 millileters. 1 cup is 236.6 ml. 
My first conference call started at 8:30 this morning, the first day back from a long weekend. Not more than 10 minutes into the call, I was trying to say something and couldn’t quite spit it out. (Those of you who know me, know ALL about that affliction.) So I said, “Gee, I think my brain is still on vacation! It’s an 8:30 call on Monday and I’m already messing up.” I heard a couple of chuckles, then silence, until someone was brave enough to say, “Um, Rebecca, it’s actually Tuesday.”
*sigh*
So now you know why there wasn’t a Monday Madness this week. 
I love fortune cookies. Every once in a while, you get a real doozy that’s either nonsensical or totally circular in logic. Or both. I was blessed with this fortune earlier today:
A healthy way of living is be good to your health
Indeed!
I tried. I really, truly tried not to get sucked into American Idol. But I just have to say it:
I (heart) TAYLOR HICKS!
But as much as I hope he wins, thank goodness for TiVo. I don’t think I can survive the 2-hour finale and all its associated smarminess (is that a word?). Without TiVo, there I’d be, twitching on the floor and drooling…
I’m not as big a geek as some people I know (*cough*), but every once in a while I stumble across something that really makes me want to fly my geek flag high. Today, I’m thinking of T-shirts.
The first shirt I saw that made me feel that way was a T-shirt that says, “I (heart) my geek.” That was more about celebrating my spouse’s geekitude than my own.
However, he has apparently been training me subliminally, because the needle is pushing forward steadily on my geek-o-meter. The next shirt I fell in love with, and very nearly stole out of my hubby’s closet, was “There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don’t.” I nearly peed my pants laughing so hard the first time I saw that.
Now the needle on my geek-o-meter is wobbling spastically because I am enjoying my new favorite geek shirt saying so much. Behold, the geek’s love poem:
roses are #FF0000
violets are #0000FF
all my base
are belong to you
Priceless. 
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