I got lots of positive feedback on the pictures! Surprise! So I guess I'll keep using them, at least until somebody tells me to keep my hideous visage off their computer screen, and hurts my feelings enough to keep me away from cameras and mirrors for the rest of my life. (Whimper...)

So far, though, everybody's been really nice; Rob made me blush, but in a good way! I guess I need to crank up the heat on Eric to get our own camera. Does anybody have any recommendations for a nice, middle-of-the-road cam? My own research is leading me in circles.

Didn't ovulate yesterday. More egg-white this morning. I can't tell you how thrilled I was to discover that. Eric will be so happy when he learns that he's not quite off-duty just yet.

I'm getting worried that I won't even ovulate this cycle. I've no idea why I wouldn't; I've never had an anovulatory cycle before, and, other than my head cold, I haven't had any major stresses... Oh, wait. Mom's surgery, Dad's surgery...you think that could have done it?

Still, my mind will be much more at ease if I ovulate in the next few days.

Ooh, ooh! Boss Lady just gave me some great news! We get to buy more stuff for the kids' room, thanks to the fundraising efforts of our community volunteers. They've asked us to come up with a whopping $200,000 worth of toys so that they can use the list in their moneymaking schemes; "Two hundred dollars will buy a nice puppet set," they'll say to the rich ad generous people of the town, "but three hundred dollars will buy a new Duplo set and table. Wouldn't you like the precious children to have Duplos?" I can hear the checkbooks opening now. We've got some old ladies on the committee who are excellent at guilting people out of their hard-earned cash; I hope I'm never home when they come knocking at my door.

Problem: spending almost a quarter of a million dollars on toys. Seriously, once you've got your Lego tables and your Brio train set, where do you go next? We've thought of a kitchen set, some percussion instruments (quieter ones, that is; we're still a library), and a dress-up set; some of the money was earmarked for a big aquarium, and some for a piano for storytimes. Now we're stumped, with thousands left over. I wouldn't have thought that this would be as difficult as it is. Anybody out there sell really expensive toys?

The library is an absolute ghost town this afternoon. Everybody is out playing in the nice warm weather, and I'm jealous. The weekend is supposed to be cold and yucky again! Bah! Maybe this Friday, when I'm off from work, it will still be at least a little warm. It'll be worth having to work with Mr. Skittish all Saturday if I can play outside on Friday. Maybe I'll take the guinea pigs out for a stroll!

Of course, if I even see one more paczki, I'll be too sick to even think about stepping outside. Do you know about these pastries? I'd never heard of them before I moved to northwest Ohio; I walked into the grocery store during my first March here, and said, "What on earth are 'paaaatch-kis'?" Grocers and customers seemed to swoop from everywhere, saying, "You mean, 'pooooonch-kies'?" It was apparently some sort of local crime to have never had one of these little jelly doughnuts, so I bought one. And another. They're pretty good, if a little drier than I usually like my pastries.

I heard on the radio this morning that some guy ate seventeen prune paczkis in half an hour to beat the local record. Remind me to avoid using the bathrooms in his neighborhood for a few days. Ahem.

And then I found this. People are odd.

Nobody sent me any dress ideas! Crap; I guess this means I'll have to run out to a craft store this weekend to pore over patterns. Boss Lady says she knows an excellent seamstress who could do the actual sewing, so there's another task out of the way.

I'll hear back from the bride tonight about whether or not clay is a definite choice; the maid of honor (Amy's having both maid and matron) hasn't made up her mind yet about whether she would prefer navy blue or clay. I think she's hoping to be able to buy something off the rack, so I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's suddenly fallen in love with the idea of navy.