I took some time away from the computer today to get out and stimulate the economy.  My mood was considerably brightened by my new clothing purchases because I was able to finally break through a (psychological) size barrier. 

I am, however, left with the observation that there must be some kind of contest between the clothing companies to see who can use the most stickers and plastic hang tags on each item.  The problem is that those plastic hang tags usually leave a little end somewhere that you don’t see.  They either get lost in the carpet or find their way onto my bed.  I find them later by either stepping on them or rolling over and getting stuck.

When I checked my mail I found that the CDs I ordered from Amazon had arrived.  They were protected in the box by bubble wrap, which leads me to my second observation of the day—I don’t think I know anyone who can resist the awesome temptation of bubble wrap.  You can’t handle it without popping at least one (or two, or three….).