bt, I can take or leave the dishwasher part of it (washing dishes can be kind of Zen and I have an abnormal fondness for bubbles and for splashing my hands about in water), but WRT the washer/dryer, your vow is my vow. We won't be moving for a couple of years yet, most likely, but when we do, a washer/dryer in the building is going to be one of the nonnegotiable dealbreakers.

And if somebody doesn't get that cape, my heart will break. I may have to check back after payday -- after all, I have a swirly black cape but I don't have a swirly hot pink cape.

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I think my boss should have a swirly black cape. And he should grow his moustach longer, and wax it into twirlable points.

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Also? I can feel Erin's rightful wrath from here. That boy is rude. Hell with him.

Okay, you guys, this is insane -- my mom and stepdad are leaving today for a vacation in Paris (well, that's not the insane part). So my Mom calls me to say goodbye and all the last-minute fretting she does. In the course of the conversation, I hear my stepdad babbling at her, and she says he needs her help with something, she'll be right back. A minute later, she comes back and says that my stepdad was cleaning his ear with a Q-tip and the cotton came off the Q-tip and is stuck in his ear and he needs her help to get it out, and she'll call me back. Okay, fine.

She calls back about 10 minutes later, says she can't get all the cotton out, do I have any recommendations? I say, put some peroxide in the ear, let it sit for a few minutes, tilt your head to dump out the peroxide and maybe the cotton will come out, and if not, maybe it'll be easier to pull out with tweezers.

She calls back 10 minutes later, saying it didn't help, the cotton is still in there, and they're going to the emergency room and might miss their flight.

WTF?!? It's just cotton! If it were me, I'd say -- it's a long flight, and I'll deal with it on the plane. And if not, it's just cotton. It's likely to come out after a shower. And if not, it's just cotton. It can wait until they get back.

Perhaps I am too cavalier about ear safety. Now, if he had punctured his eardrum, I would say hell no, don't fly. That would be dangerous. But this is not a punctured eardrum. They crazy.

JZ likes capes.

But the Currier and Ives type, not the superhero flavors.

Lilybean is just is so prettyful she makes me gooey.

I'm glad your back is recovering Susan. I'd say the main thing is consciously bend from the knees for everything for a while. Don't bend over at your waist - squat. You won't blow out your thighs.

I cannot even imagine somebody passing on a Chanel scented ready-for-fun Erin. That's just so wasteful. That's like shoving cheesecake down the disposal. It's like dropping a bottle of Talisker over the balcony with cobblesones below.

Little League yesterday, Little League today, Little League tomorrow. And then? Little League on Monday too. At least Emmett's team is playing better than the A's this year.

They crazy.

Concur. Paris vs. ear cotton? Paris wins in a walk. It's like worrying about getting the remnant band-aid glue off the heel of your hand.

Dude. It's cotton.

So, so so not worth missing a flight for. Something substantial and scary lodged in your ear? Okay. But cotton?

It's not like they don't have doctors or tweezers in Paris.

It's not like they don't have doctors or tweezers in Paris.

Actually I heard they outlawed tweezers in Paris. Too American. They pluck their eyebrows and remove splinters with chopsticks now. They're very precise.

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Timelies! Man, I'm groggy.

Plei, Lily is gorgeous, as are you. I love the pictures (which also have such a great artistic quality, btw).

Erin, I'm so sorry about the stoopid boy, but your post just about killed me. I think my favorite part was the five condoms and a pair of handcuffs in your purse. BWAH!

Kristin! Jumping up and down and swinging you around for the lovely good changes in life news in Beep Me. (ok, I'll let Brendon do the swinging part)

Also, I have the picture of you, Hil, & Brendon as my desktop. The one with Debet and Trudy laughing hard and ND grinning. It is a very happy picture.

Dude. It's cotton.

So, so so not worth missing a flight for. Something substantial and scary lodged in your ear? Okay. But cotton?

It's not like they don't have doctors or tweezers in Paris.

You don't have to tell me. My stepdad, though, is a very very VERY intense, neurotic type A personality. He makes *me* look mellow, which is not easy to do.

It's cotton! Cotton is sterile! (Or at least clean.) It's not like he was cleaning his ear with a cigarette butt or something.

People, never clean your ears with cigarette butts. You will NEVER get to Paris that way.