Okay, well Mort surprised me. He ate the hummus and the star fruit. The yogurt, however, remained untouched. Today's offering to the volcano god was a green pepper, warm from the garden, Fig NEWmans, and a replica of his favorite Subway sandwich. A testament to my love and/or OCD is that I reshredded all the lettuce the way he likes it.

I have a lot of reading to do for class. I'm having a hard time getting in the groove. I also need to start day 2 of trying to find khaki colored cords. You would think that is easy. But for some reason, no one has those buggers in stock in the size I need. I'm guessing every 5 yr old boy in the tristate area must have a pair save for us. And if anyone is looking for a niche that needs to be filled: dress shoes for boys that cost under $60. I'm not even talking anything fancy, I'm talking just not sneakers. Because apparently no one has thought to make them. Why are there a wide variety of platform heels for little girls and only sneakers and flip-flops for little boys?

Actually, don't get me started on the platform heels for little girls that some misguided parents must be buying or else they wouldn't continue to be made. Do you know how old I was when I started wearing heels for non-special occasions? 26. I was not 4. I was not 5.Parents should be as concerned with their girls having the freedom to run and jump and climb in comfortable footwear as their boys. Weird-o-rama. And yes, I'm stalling for time to avoid the mountain of books sitting to my left and glaring at me.

Oh goodness, and however did I forget about this one? Last night, Mort and I made pumpkin muffins. The same recipe as the pumpkin bread, just poured into muffin tins instead of a loaf pan. After dinner, Mort asked for one. I gave it to him. He took a bite and declared he didn't like it. This is the same boy who ate an entire loaf single-handedly last week.

"I don't like the shape," he said mournfully.

"Would you like me to make it look like bread shape?" I asked in a faux patient, helpful voice.

Big sigh worthy of someone named Mort, "No thank-you. I just don't think it will help."

One more thing and then I promise I will start studying. Or doing something else productive. Or watching E!True Hollywood Story. It's a ll a toss-up. I saw Inglourious Basterds this weekend and it was great. GREAT. I did want to see it, but I thought it would mainly be a "eh, yeah, it was alright" kind of film. I didn't love Kill Bill part 1 or 2. I liked From Dusk Till Dawn. I didn't really like Pulp Fiction (too violent). Jackie Brown was...eh. I can't help it. I like what I like. Mainly I like things that are nice. There's enough sorrow and violence to be found in every day life. I don't need to seek it out for entertainment. Anyway, I was surprised by how great the movie was. It was long and I didn't get squirmy or look at my watch even once.(Although I did have to look away from the screen with some frequency because of sad/violent scenes. But they weren't gratuitous.) Brad Pitt was doing a French Stewart face and goofy accent and I didn't even hate him. I cared about the characters. I was surprised by the plot. (I read like nobody's business, so most plots are as obvious to me as to anybody who reads a ton because they recycle the same five ideas over and over.) It was a good movie. In fact, it was the best movie I've seen in a long time.