Due to a scheduling error on my part I closed down my book giveaway a day early and chose the winners tonight. Yes, winners is plural. I decided to give away two copies instead of one.

The winners of Henrietta’s War by Joyce Dennys, chosen randomly by the hubby are:

Kim at Books Sliced and Diced

and

Melanie at The Indextrious Reader

Congratulations to both of them. (Winners, if you haven’t already, shoot me an email (address can be found on my profile page) and let me know where you would like the book sent.)

Thanks to all who entered. Stay tuned for more give aways in the future. And please, feel free to tell me what you are thinking by posting a comment when you visit MyPorch.

Earlier this week I apparently cut my thumb under my thumbnail. I think it may have been when I opened a can of soda. The tab on the top slipped between flesh and nail. I didn’t think anything of it because I am always nicking, scraping, and cutting my hands without knowing how, and in many cases without even noticing until a day or two later.

But this particular hidden cut is apparently a Leo and wanted lots of attention. My thumb started to hurt two days ago but I continued to ignore it. Not one to be ignored, this attention-starved injury decided to up the ante by making my thumb all hot and throbby and even sending some radiating pain into other parts of my thumb. Well now the little bastard had my attention. Trying to operate a zipper with my right hand was like a little trip to Pain Central and the throbbing kept me awake last night. In less pain this morning but not wanting to end up spending time in the emgergency room this weekend if things took a turn for the worse, I went to my GP to see what could be done. Some spray-can freezing solution, a little scalpel action, a moderate amount of oozing (which I won’t describe in more detail), and  one prescription for a Dicloxacillin later, I feel like I can face the weekend without the fear of amputation or flesh-eating viruses.

The biggest annoyance at this point, other than having my dominant right thumb working at less than full capacity, is the fact that the Dicloxacillin not only has to be taken four times a day, but I have to take it on an empty stomach. So I am going to have to create an eating and medication schedule for the next 10 days. I guess the silver lining is that I love a good organization project…maybe I will do a spreadsheet…

UPDATE: Major League Baseball is worried that a 9 second video of a dad and his daughter at a Phillies game might bring joy to someone’s life without them getting a cut in the action. So they had the video removed from YouTube. Rather than delete this post, I decided to update it by saying MLB sucks.

If you like fashion, or the movie The Devil Wears Prada, you will love the documentary The September Issue. It follows around Anna Wintour and her staff as they put together the giant September issue of Vogue. It is fascinating to get a peak into that world and see how they do what they do. Perhaps the most interesting thing is that that world looks and feels a lot like the one created in The Devil Wears Prada. Plus it is visually interesting. The 89 minutes fly by far too quickly.

Once we got to Kleine Scheidegg we had to change trains to get to the top.

On our last full day in Switzerland we decided to go to Jungfraujoch, the highest train station in Europe, to see the views, stand on the snow, and smell the fresh air.

The film Bright Star opens September 18th in the US.

While we were in France we rented cars in two different places rather than paying for a one way rental which can get kind of pricey. Our first one was the colorful Citroen you see above…ha ha, actually, no it wasn’t. Our first car was a cute little Audi A3 station wagon. It was an awesome fuel efficient diesel. It might have been too little for Ron and Barry sitting in the back seat, but it was fun to drive.

The second car we got turned out to be another Audi, but this time the A4 station wagon. This we didn’t need the bigger version, especially since we no longer had passengers in the back seat, but it was all they had for us. I liked the A4 as well, but for Europe, I liked the little A3 better.

Driving in France was no problem at at all. It helped that we were nowhere near Paris and we had a trusty GPS unit. I think I only got yelled at once by a French driver–at least I only heard someone yell at me once.