Bullet points, hold the points. And the bullets.

* Today is rafaela's brother's wedding, so last night we headed down for the rehearsal dinner at Ichibon in Albany, where I gorged myself on edamame and spider rolls and salmon tempura and a plat of General Tso's chicken big enough to feed Venezuela and omigod I needed a wheelbarrow to get me back out to the car. Good times, indeed. (Hi, domani!)

* I see we've reached the portion of summer where every inch of my skin is going to itch like I've been smacked down by a roving gang of eczema trolls. Lurvely.

* I wish I was a knitter, so I could turn the last panel of this old Get Fuzzy strip into an icon.

* ...Yeah, I got nothin'.