What the hell is going on with Gmail?

I logged in this morning and saw that I had 15 emails on my Gmail account, which is a bit odd, but ok. I open it up, and there's emails from yahoogroups I haven't belonged to in literally years. Not a Gmail problem, but I refresh the page and all of a sudden I'm stuck in a loop where Firefox tries to load the page but it keeps getting re-directed. I cannot get back in to check my email and still wondering why I received an email from ZBudapest when I haven't had anything to do with the Dianics in years.

*headdesk*

Fun with phones and friends

Talking to Deb on the phone about a half hour ago coordinating the arrival of the lesbigoths (two lesbian goth friends who are coming over for Lammas from the mainland - I'm not sure how, but this is the nickname we use for them and they think its a laugh riot).

D: I hate to think how miserable the lesbigoths must be. Its so hot today!
T: What? Where? I'm wearing hiking socks in my house.
D: Are you really? Its hot as blazes here.
T: You're a block away from my house, what do you mean its "hot as blazes"?
D: Its hot. I'm outside and I'm telling you its hot.
T: I haven't even turned on the fans yet today. I'm wearing long sleeves and yoga pants and you're telling me its hot.
D: I don't know what to tell you, Tris, its hot. I'm sitting on my front porch and I'm hot.
T: Granted, I don't have a front porch but its 70 degrees in Coupeville, 65 in Oak Harbor and we're between the two, that's not hot. You're a wimp.
D: And your house exists in an alternate universe that runs 15 degrees cooler than the rest of the world.

She's got a point there.

And yes, this is pretty much how all our conversations go.