I just like my jeans.

The hardest thing I've had to do all days was try to convey to my drycleaner/seamstress the urgency with which I needed my jeans patched. She asked if Thursday was OK, and I had to try not to whimper a bit. But at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to say "I don't really have any other pants", because that would be a new low point.

6 miles? Why?

I'm not giving money to your March of Dimes walk. You don't need to do something pointless to get me to give you money, and it's not like you wouldn't be walking somewhere that day, anyway. Besides, if I'm going to give any group money, it's going to be one that researches something that I might one day get.