I need someone who knows how to sew and can make me a rainbow of peasant skirts. All drawstring.

I have a TV on (with no sound to display captions) on behind my desk, and it's tuned to TCM all day. My crushes change on a regular basis. Right now, it's John Garfield.

People who have hormonal issues should NOT be forced to work for a company that has bins of free food. Not just free crackers. No. Free peanut M&Ms. By the bin. With scoops.

My sister used to take her then job's free food and give it to homeless folks on the way home. Stickin' it to the man one bag of chips at a time, baby!

If you start giving out M&Ms to the homeless, Betsy, please be sure to also give out toothbrushes and toothpaste.

He was so cool, Scrappy. HUAC asked him to rat out his own wife and they would leave him alone. He said "Fuck you." When I found that out, I loved him.

I'm getting ready to go dancing. The Wednesday night thing I was doing when I took lessons. I'm rather nervous. Dad said people still ask about me, I'm trying to look nice because --- well I want to be pretty and go dancing. I cut myself shaving, got powder all over my skirt, and I ironed my top and there's still a place that's wrinkled. It will be dark enough I don't think anyone will notice.

And... I can't wear my knee length skirt.

There's a trick to buckling the shoes. They have two straps and buckles and my ankles are fat enough now that I can barely barely have enough strap to get through the top buckle on each shoe.

I just struggled for 5 mins and couldn't get one shoe all the way on. I'll need help. There is no way in hell I'm sitting in my skirt asking Dad to help me with my shoes. (Dad'll be tehre, he'd be the one I ask).

I wanted to look cute and spring and I don't have a long black skirt.

I need to start wearing jewelry . I could dress up my pedal pushers if I ahd some and make this work.

Ok - I feel so bad for the little kid that got lost then found in Utah. He was told not to talk to strangers so whenever people (who were looking for him) drove or rode past him, he hid.

Poor little guy!

Aimee, I know! I have amended my talk to the kids to say "hey if you're lost in the woods it's OK to talk to strangers" That poor kid! How relieved his parents must be.

Poor little guy!

That explains that look of fear on his face in that picture where a bunch of rescuers are carrying him.

Parents tell their kids "don't talk to strangers", but that's all they say. I was walking home one day past two kids playing in a yard, and they stopped and stared at me. One walked a little closer and asked, "Are you a stranger?"

I said, "Yes, I am." They ran inside. Parents, tell your kids what a stranger is!

Poor little guy!