Yay! People working on Hypothetical Sunday!

Nora, you could try Linens 'N Things too. Here's one that's very inexpensive: [link]

Ooooo...I love these! And they come in some really great colors: [link]

Ok...done now. No, really. Done now. I've got my curtains I'm making. I don't need any more...

Yay! People working on Hypothetical Sunday!

Hypothetically, of course.

Really gone now.

Sunday, hypothetical Sunday...

earwormed now

I think I shall have to start referring to male genitalia as "that grotesque grab bag of horror and disappointment."

This could well contribute to the whole abstinence thing.

Emmett update: the swelling has gone up instead of done, and he's developed the classic black eyes. He should look sort of like Jared Leto after his Fight Club beating at today's game. Great.

I had a major office wide report to finish and distribute yesterday. I was more than halfway through stuffing the interoffice envelopes when I caught a major error on the report. So instead of leaving at 5:30, I left at 7:45 after all was corrected. On the very big plus side - this is a huge and visible part of my job responsibility, and a place where I can look good right before my annual evaluation in April. Would have been a fucking career disaster to send it out wrong, so well worth the extra errors, and lucky to catch it.

and he's developed the classic black eyes.

This kind of makes sense (I don't know about the swelling going *up* part). When I had my nose job, and they broke my nose, I didn't get the black eyes until a few days later. Then I was quite the site to be seen, though!

I'm glad you caught that, Hec, but ick...sorry about the longer hours!

I don't think they iced it enough the second day. But they were back on the regular icing program yesterday. Also? It still doesn't hurt him. I don't know why, though it doesn't seem right. Emmett is apparently completely fascinated with the whole thing and has to go check himself in the mirror at least twice an hour.

Sadly, tax guy came up with better numbers, but I still owe $1500 to the IRS and $700 to DC. OUCH.

modern-day burlesque. It was so fun to watch! I'd love to do something like that; I mean learn how to do it.

Every third Wednesday, here in DC...come visit!

These girls were in fine fine quite muscular shape. Excellent thighs. They could crack Brazil nuts with their thighs.

Er, but not like that. Ours are a mix of sizes and shapes.

I need to do laundry, but that involves going and getting quarters, adn that's such an effort. Plus, then, the effort to do the laundry. Sigh.

Later tonight I'm being a taxi dancer at a dance for the Lesbian Services Project.

The Emmett reports scare me. OW.

Emmett is apparently completely fascinated with the whole thing and has to go check himself in the mirror at least twice an hour.

Of course he does. I hope you have lots of pictures for him to treasure after the heartwrenching part is over.

Exciting fun at the household today. DH pulled the boy's toilet because it hasn't been functioning well and I am not thrilled with them using mine. He found a cassette tape in the works. A world of Ewww for the unclogging job. Kids!

Like, healing~ma for poor Emmet.

On Iron Hymen:

4. To never let tampons violate the sanctity of my hoo-hoo, because tampons are really nothing more than thirsty little albino penises.

It was the only place I could find the word penis, and may I say, that I love the context.