"Did you know Charlie has a Facebook page?" Sean asked me last night on the couch, while we were setting the DVR to record Grey's Anatomy, even though the only person on that show who doesn't irritate me anymore is Dr. Owen Hunt, whom I also find unusually and curiously attractive, please tell me I'm not the only one. 

"Charlie?" I said.  "Charlie who?"

"Charlie our cat," said Sean.

"Oh," I said.

So I got bangs this weekend, which is something I was saying I was going to do for the last couple of weeks, but which I was still only half-heartedly thinking about until I saw 500 Days of Summer a couple of days ago and realized what an annoying movie-goer I was being by repeatedly elbowing my companions in the ribs and whispering "That's the hair I want! That hair! Her hair! Right there!"

Sean and I celebrated our month-a-versary on Monday, which is really just a twee way of saying we've now been married a month. I know! Can you believe it's gone so fast?

This evening, I went out for Thai food with some friends and I inadvertently ate this pepper that I think was meant to be a garnish. I don't know what kind of pepper it was, other than a horrible, evil, nasty pepper---probably not its proper scientific name---but I actually thought I was going to die.

A year ago today, Sean asked me to marry him, which I guess makes today an anniversary of sorts, although, I don't know, do people actually celebrate their engagement anniversaries, or is that sort of thing just reserved for wedding anniversaries?

Oh man, am I obsessed with San Pellegrino right now. I don't know why, but having sparkling water in the house just seems so fancy. For the longest time I'd just been buying the Trader Joe's store brand fizzy water at 89 cents a bottle, but then the other day we were in Costco and I picked up a 12-pack of San Pellegrino for $12.99 because when you think about it, it's almost the same price, and now every time I open my refrigerator, I think well, heavens to Betsy, I am living large. I am also enjoying that the color of the bottle totally goes with my kitchen. 

Speaking of anniversaries, October 15th is not a good one. On this day last year, we lost a sweet and kind and generous soul, my co-worker Jessica, who died suddenly at the age of 28. I have seen Jessica so many times this year---which is, I guess, what happens when you live in a city of hip and leggy brunettes---except when I've got closer, it's never been Jessica at all. I have dreamed about her a lot too, but when I've woken up, the dream has always slipped away.  

My father is starting to believe that Sean and I never went on a honeymoon, seeing as he's yet to see a single photograph from the actual event. Six weeks after the wedding, you probably are too, so I thought I'd set the record straight. We did, in fact, go on a honeymoon, and now that you're sitting comfortably, I'm going to tell you all about it. Maybe you should grab snacks. 

Ever since I became obsessed with America, which I estimate to be somewhere around 1993---but which could actually be traced to a moment six years earlier in my school library in Hong Kong, when I picked up this horribly outdated 1970s-era book entitled something like "America: We Swear This Is What It's Like," featuring pictures of orange Camaros parked at gas stations and people wearing bell bottoms eating hot dogs in stadiums---I have wanted to go to a football game. 

These gorgeous Feisty Elle earrings were a gift, left on my pillow at the Broad Summit a few weeks ago, and I have yet to take them off since. Well actually, I had yet to take them off, but then I took them off before I got on a flight a few days ago, which was totally ridiculous because I somehow managed to lose one of them between San Diego and San Francisco and then I had to cry for a week. 

Wait! I didn't even tell you my favorite thing about our time in Melbourne! Well, alright, maybe it wasn't my favorite thing about our time in Melbourne, but it did warm the cockles of my heart a little and considering Melbourne was absolutely freezing for the duration of our stay, anything that warmed the cockles of anything was alright with me.  

Attention! I have some things to say about the women's bathroom. Specifically, I have some things to say about the people who are using the women's bathroom, and I don't mean one women's bathroom in particular---although there's one in my office building that's certainly on notice for the moment---but rather all women's bathrooms everywhere.