Not a bad start to the weekend

Tonight's shaping up to be a fine night. I had a wonderfully tiring and sweaty workout that involved logging 4 miles on various machines (2 on this scary but fun cross-country skiing thingymabobber). I've decided I should try to avoid the gym from 7 to 8 p.m. -- that's when the Fit People seem to arrive in droves with their toned bodies, impeccably highlighted hair and cute little workout numbers. They are not My Kind. I feel a bit like a giant sea mammal around them, in fact. No, I'll stick with the off hours as much as possible and toil on the machines among the other humans.

As I was driving from the gym to the grocery store, I found myself behind a pickup sporting an accessory that actually managed to shock me (and that's not easy to do). Hanging from the back bumper of said pickup was ... well, there's just no polite way to say this ... a chrome-colored scrotum. A SCROTUM! Dangling freely in the wind! I wonder what sort of person purchases a scrotum for his or her truck? I wonder if I've ever met one and just didn't know it. Do any of you readers know anyone with a scrotum-bearing vehicle?

Anyway, my dinner is cooking as I type, and when it's done I'm going to watch at least one of three movies: Walk the Line (at long last), Jarhead and North Country. And I'm going to watch them on my computer with its kick-ass 20-inch screen! Good food (consumed with chopsticks), movies, solitude and rain in the forecast -- I'm a happy gal.