You can have mine, Plei. I just got in from shovelling.

I am ouchy all over.

Anyone want a free Schick Quattro razor? The first 150,000 entrants on their website get one. [link] (Mine was around the 99,xxxth or so entry, around 3:15 board time.)

You can have mine, Plei. I just got in from shovelling.

Mine, too. I'm fine today, but I am NOT looking forward to unburying my car tomorrow.

Plei, we're due to get two feet. I'll go halfsies with you.

Happy Birthday, WindSparrow!!!

Also, I just watched a program on Discovery Health Channel about a woman with 15 children. I realize this was much more common back in teh day, but DAMN. Two sets of twins, oldest kid is 16...and mother looks about 35. So there could very well be more children coming.

I can't even imagine that. We went to my mother's to help her move some furniture out of the bedrooms, because she's having the floors refinished on Monday. She cooked us a pot roast. She just put together photo albums of each of the children. Scott and I looked so young I couldn't stand to look at it any more.

Right now I really wish I was a baseball manager, because they're allowed to have temper tantrums even though they're grown up.

I'm being perfectly mature and civilized, but it'd really be a relief to my feelings to knock over some equipment or steal first base, the actual physical base itself, you know, generally be Lou Piniella on a bad day.

What I actually have to do is politely ask our neighbors, for the second time in as many months, to please make sure their friends, most of whom are also our friends, to park far enough from the mailbox so that we can get our mail. And I hate to do this, because I'm sure they're thinking I'm all obsessive about this stuff. Which I am, because I'm a writer. I don't even have the excuse of waiting for a check, because the one check I'd been expecting came yesterday. But it could be that rejection on Novel 1.0 from Major Regency Publisher, freeing me from any worry of having to write the last 100 pages in 10 days! Or it could be a rejection on an open magazine query, freeing me to submit to another market! Or even the February issue of one of my writing magazines! But I won't know until Monday now, and I always have a niggling worry that the mail will drop into a black hole somewhere when this happens.

i'm just popping in to share this.

Wrod...I do that, too. Of course, it doesn't help that that is probably the closest I get to spiritual faith...hoping there's something "good" in my mailbox. Oh, please, let it be here today! If it shows up, I'll be a good person *all* my life. and etc. OK, I'm a little embarrassed to confess that my Jesus works for the Postal Service.

Ewww!

t throws first base at tiggy

bwahaha!! seeing you guys post about him reminded me of that horror someone inflicted on me. i figured i'd return the favor. *g*