My traveling days are over for the month and I'm back in the beautiful (and comparatively warm) PNW. I had some wonderful times, but I'm glad to be home now.

Kate

The woman at the coffee shop I frequent has a slight moustache. She's a young, pretty, pleasant woman. I wondered why she didn't do something about the hair on her face. When I noticed her underarms sporting long brown tufts of hair, I figured it out. For the most part, anyway. I wonder if she thinks it looks good or if she's making a statement? I want to ask, but that would be inappropriate. It doesn't bother me though I think she should wear longer sleeves on her tops if she is handling food. Men aren't allowed to wear tank tops in food service due to armpit hair, the same rule should apply to women.

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I was out shopping after a haircut yesterday afternoon. In the shoe department the women in the next aisle was receiving a call on her cell. The ring tone was Hinder's Lips of an Angel which is about adultry. Knowing the lyrics, I wondered if she was someone's mistress or if she had a boyfriend, or two (or more). It could be she simply likes the song and has no clue that each person hearing her cell phone ring is wondering what type of trouble she's participating in.

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My neighbors may have "More Sex" as number one on their list of New Years Resolutions. Good for them . . . Bad for me. Luckily, they are on dayshift schedules so it doesn't affect my sleep. Nonetheless, I feel like I shouldn't be listening but I can't help it -- it's very quiet in my neighborhood at night. Sometimes when I see them in the hall I want to ask them if they are trying to fix their relationship, if they've just become engaged (I'm not sure of their marital status) or if they are trying for a baby. Really, it's none of my business but I feel like I should be in the know being that I'm a wall and about ten feet from their "efforts".