It's March 14th, or as the nerdiest of us say - Happy Pi Day! (3.14159265359) Since most of us agree that more than 5 decimal places are wasted, we'll just settle on 3.14159, which means that my son, Zach is going to Marie Callendar and buying a pie to take to work and serve at exactly one minute to 2:00. Right, in Orthodox Geek Culture, Pi(e) is traditionally served on 3/14 at 1:59.
There is a hole in my jewelry collection - a fairly plain necklace that isn't all that plain. While I do like Target for their designer line jewelry, like these wonderful earrings, (it turns out to be nearly impossible to get a good picture of your own ears, by the bye) I wasn't actually there to buy a necklace tonight at 10 pm. No, I was there to buy toilet paper. (Do the refined among us have a more genteel word for it? Bathroom Tissue doesn't sound any better. That's what it's called on the Charmin package.). And aren't we all sick to death of all the ridiculous ads for the stuff? I know I am.
But for less than $30, this necklace had to be mine. There were some other interesting ones that looked like cheap renditions of the ones worn on Faux Fushia's wonderful Australian blog. But this one was cheap, but didn't look cheap.