Amazon Prime is this thing you can sign up for for $75 and get free shipping for a year. Michael says he'd sign up for it if the shipping discount also applied to items on his Wish list, but of course even without that incentive, I've gone and enlisted.

The only problem is, I still live in Canada, and Amazon Prime doesn't ship free to Canada. My solution to this problem was to have all my stuff shipped to my sister in San Francisco. Now, I have an amazing and tolerant big sister. She let me hang out in her spare bedroom for six months, right after she and Brian had gotten married, when by any rights no sister-in-law should have been hanging around impinging upon what most assuredly would have been marital bliss, contributing neither rent nor housekeeping, nor seeking any remunerative employment.

But I may have managed to find the limits of her patience. It's been two months since I signed up for Amazon Prime, and two months since I've been to her house (though I did get to see her and the new baby for lunch down in the valley last time I was there). I admit I have a problem. A growing Giza of boxes has been accumulating in her house, and Corey says she's investing in cardboard futures.

LINK | 10:16 PM | TB

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