are you familiar with jamba juice? well, it is nirvana. go there, get anything on the menu, and it tastes like lotus flower. i'm guessing. anyways, some time ago jerm goes to get us jambas, and since he's in there something like five times a week, the kid behind the counter decides to give him these really huge jamba travel mugs. you know, the kind that keeps the cold stuff cold and the hot stuff hot. how does it know? anyways, so we have these two great big jamba mugs which are perfect for when we go get our great big jamba juices.

until yesterday.

yesterday, i threw mine right in the trash can. with a flourish. why, you ask? hm, let's see ... two full weeks ago, jeremy and i went to ponca to see the fam. on the way up, we stopped at the jamba. at some point on the ride up there, i cannot fit another ounce of strawberries wild in my gullet, so i put the cup in the floor in the back seat.

there it stayed ... until yesterday.

two weeks my friend. a plastic cup with fruity sugary sludge in the bottom. in a car whose windows are never ever left down ("it might get dirty in there!!"). and it's been close to 80 every day.

ahem.

it reeked. i pitched it. there is just noooo getting that kinda funk out of a plastic cup. you just gotta cup yer losses. and i almost lost my lunch when i smelled it.

speaking of losing things, i've apparently lost my mind. people say all sorts of weird things happen to your brain while you're pregnant (for example, it shrinks). like you get clumsy, forgetful, etc. well i'm already all those things, so i've been worried about what might happen to me. and apparently it's started happening. whatever it is.

i went to the cafeteria here for lunch a few days ago. i, for some reason, decide chili sounds pretty good. okay. so i go to the soup line, wait forever, get to the front, get a bunch of packages of crackers, get my bowl, dish out my chili, and walk away. i'm across the room getting a drink when i realize ... where the hell is my chili? i look back ... and sure enough, there it is, sitting right on the soup line where i left it. hmm, strike one.

then there was this morning. wednesday here is krispy kreme day, as i'm sure i've mentioned. so i go all the way downstairs and to the far east wing of the building, carefully pick out my two chocolate-glazed delights, give the man my money and walk away. they just called a few minutes ago. "Uh, hi, Dotti? I think you left your wallet down here." strike two.