Shopping shopping shopping. Went and spent my MediaPlay gift card on "Devil's Playground," Bill Idol's newest (haven't played it yet), then Pier 1 sucked me in with a sale on candles (I adore their spiced candles), then Barnes & Noble's discount racks seduced my credit card out to play. It's my library's fault, if they'd had Robin Hobb's "Ship of Magic", I wouldn't have had to go buy a copy so I could continue my gluttonous devouring of the series.
In modern finances, that means the only money I spent today that counts was the ten dollars I spent on candles, so woot, me!
It's nice here today. I am making jambalaya, and then will wash clothes and my kitchen floor (which is so disgusting that roaches refuse to walk on it) and then shower and make myself all sexy for a party tonight.
I borrowed a friend's deliciously decolette blouse, and am hoping for some heavy flirtage tonight. Whee!
Perkins, Vociferation, table 8.
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No one in S-ville has any flirt-tacular parties anymore.
It's raining. I don't feel so good. I haven't stuck the the Cleaning Plan. I am at work. Beep, beep, get out of the road!
(not really at work, that last bit was a Homer Simpson-ism)
Blah.
Emmett and Emaline are adorable. Plus, you can just shout "Em" in a room they were both in and they'd come running. Along with our Emily. Handy, that.
I would totally host a flirt-tacular party. Of course...you all would have to come be flirty, even those married and involved types. But we could get all dressed up!
That would be So. Awesome. I want to dress up. WIthout needing to go to NOLA. Though, I wanna go to NOLA!
You also need to come to NOLA.
But yes, we should do a flirt-tacular party. Maybe in June to celebrate the summer soltice and the end of school?
Ooooo...that would be SO much fun, Kristin! 'Cause I'm not gonna be able to make it to NOLA either.
Em has the funniest, most adorable, wisest little face I have ever seen.
I rented Finding Neverland, and I'm watching it even though I should very much do laundry.
I'm also the biggest wuss in history, because I haven't called Army Boy. I'm scared to death, and I can't! I hate me!
