Well, the "internet guy" came and fixed our connection, so I'm back (I know, what were you going to do without being able to read my ramblings... man, this blogging thing is so narcicisstic.). It's been a pretty productive Monday: we got the tires rotated, walked to the post office to mail a few packages, and got the grocery shopping done. And look what I found: REAL orange juice! My husband thinks I'm crazy for being so excited about this stuff, but it is seriously a great find. I grew up with a huge orange tree in my front yard, so I know what real orange juice is supposed to taste like, and the stuff you buy in the store just doesn't taste right. Even if it DOES say "fresh squeezed" and "pure orange juice," it just tastes gross to me. (Not to mention the weird fact that it will stay "good" for about 6 months in the fridge. There's something fishy about that.) But I bought Trader Joe's OJ on a whim, and holy cow! I tastes like the stuff my mom used to make for us on Saturday mornings! Hooray!