Taxco?
You might be able to twist my arm.
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Taxco?
You might be able to twist my arm.
Happy Birthday Susan!
If today is a sample of the rest of this year, then I will be making many bath bombs, knitting strange things, eating blueberry scones, and drinking coffee. I will have to try prosecco. It sounds lovely. Later, I plan to take a bath with one of my bath bombs and read. It's shaping up to be a lovely day.
You might be able to twist my arm.
(light, light pressure)
Road trip! I'm all excited.
Until last Sunday, there had been no major tsunami in the Indian Ocean in more than 100 years.
ION,
I so want an iPod to play with and explore the file structure and OS.
Reading about how they work, and playing with one for a few minutes isn't enough.
I am such a geek.
Happy New Year, Bitches!
Happy Birthday to Susan!
My sister and her husband held a little soiree at her place last night. Met a charming English couple who had lived in Salisbury, one of my favourite parts of England (near Avebury, Stonehenge and Winchester cathedral). We had a long leisurely fondue dinner, and champagne at midnight. I had a long lie-in this morning (still not over this cold) and there's a dinner planned here for this evening.
Cass' NYE wish for the Buffistas is just perfect.
Happy New Year's, JS. That sounds like a great evening.
Happy New Year, peoples!!!
Happy Birthday, Susan!!!
Have been working all day. Brain is broken. Am going to order pizza.
Happy Birthday, Susan!!!
I just tossed out the 2001 Writer's Market that has been sitting on my desk between my two dictionaries and my 1955 Bartlett's.
It represents the last time I seriously attempted to return to writing and I held onto it far beyond its lifespan. All it was really doing is mocking me, sitting there, unused. "Had I known then I had Diabetes, perhaps I could have focused better. Maybe if. Maybe if..." it whines.
Today I decided that if I stopped giving a damn what a book says to me and tossed it, maybe I could clear one more bit of brain clutter, too.
So I ripped off the cover, tore out the CD, and consigned the rest of the book to the wastepaper recycling bag where I can't hear it.
I'm feeling much better.