When one puts off packing until the morning of a trip, one tends to over pack.

I can't decide what to wear to the casual-ish wedding party on Saturday, so I've packed two skirts, three tops, and three shoes, which can be combined in seven different ways. I'll have to try on each outfit in the hotel room, and then make Steve tell me which outfit makes my butt look fat and which is the most appropriate for the event. He loves that game.

I never tire of torturing my husband.

I leave you with an open thread on health care politics. Talk among yourselves and tell me what I should read when I get back on Sunday.