What kind of brownies do I get for that?

Brownie points.

I was going to go for virtual ones. [link]

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sending out the ma~~~ to robin's family.

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I'd do it for the raspberry brownies. But then you'd have to clean my apartment,

I'm not following this logic.

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I'm not sure how I would've reacted had it been me, but I can only imagine if I had a kid with me.

I think if Julia hadn't been with me, I would have been quicker to recognize the woman's confusion, and hopefully a little more gentle. I wasn't mean, but I was at my most stern, because all my *THIS IS A THREAT! REPEAT THIS IS A THREAT* alarms were sounding.

The guy was nowhere to be found when the cops showed up. There are a bunch of bars and clubs up the street, so he may have been wandering from one of those. Thing is, we have people stop by all the time- usually though, they'd say something before just walking in, at least knock or announce their presence. It was chaos for a second with the dog freaking and Mr. H freaking, and me wondering if I could use the throw pillows as weapons. I really think it wouldn't have been nearly as bad, but for Mr. H's reaction, which I think has to do with something going on at the bar.

Hee. Get 'em good with those throw pillows. Yesterday, when I came out of the shower, Scott was lying on our bed. Now, the bed is right in front of the door, but somehow, I managed to miss him as I approached the doorway, and when I stepped in the room, he scared the hell out of me (by just lying there). I was already looking for weapons, and figured I could just throw the towels and jammies at him, while I found one. I told him it was lucky I didn't have anything hard in my hands.

Poor Mr. H. I hope things at the bar ease up, whatever is going on.

We found my friend J an apartment this afternoon. It’s a beautiful furnished place with lots of big windows and a big deck off the back. I think she’s really going to love it there.

Oh, that sonds really nice, vw. Good luck finishing that paper. You so rock.

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I'm not following this logic.

Well, my apartment needs to be cleaned today. By someone. So if I don't do it, someone else has to. Or else my cat.

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Let's do a house cleaning pyramid scheme. Sure, the poor suckers on the bottom won't get anything out of it, but that's what they get for not being Bitches.

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Clean two, the rest are food. Probably brownies.

I am aware that the first sentence makes no sense.

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If nothing that we do matters, all that matters is what we eat.

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I suppose brownie points will have to do.

Yesterday, when I came out of the shower, Scott was lying on our bed. Now, the bed is right in front of the door, but somehow, I managed to miss him as I approached the doorway, and when I stepped in the room, he scared the hell out of me (by just lying there). I was already looking for weapons, and figured I could just throw the towels and jammies at him, while I found one. I told him it was lucky I didn't have anything hard in my hands.

The other morning I was leaving for work and Mr. H was still asleep. He had on earplugs because they're building one of those McMansion monstrosities next door. He said when I went to kiss him goodbye, the weirdness of not hearing anything combined with being woken from a deep sleep made him think for just a moment, "Who is this woman trying to kiss me?" and it freaked him out a little.

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Well, my apartment needs to be cleaned today. By someone. So if I don't do it, someone else has to. Or else my cat.

But it wouldn't have to be me. You could give someone else half the brownies and get them to do it.

Or, you know, what Cindy said.

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