I have no art skills tonight.

Cindy, this one [link] is like the one I use. The lower of the hills goes under your neck, and your head rests in the trough.

I have a yoga friend who swears by the TempurPedic one, but I like to sleep on my side, and I can't with the TP, designed as it is to prevent your head from lolling.

Hey Kristin, we miss you!

Raq, sometimes there are no immediate answers because the baby can't communicate to you what it wants, and even then what they want may be, "My whole life depends on me teething on those serrated steak knives! Nothing else will make me happy!" or, "I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"

Hey Kristin, we miss you!

Aww. Thanks, I miss you all too. I just have found that it's impossible for me to keep up here. I can't come here when I'm at work, and I've been working from about 7-5 since school started. By the time I get home, I just collapse in a heap, and the last thing my brain wants to attempt to do is focus long enough to read threads. I think the only people who have even seen my lately are local Burbank/Hollywood folks.

"I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"

So, babies are me?

Cindy, this one [link] is like the one I use. The lower of the hills goes under your neck, and your head rests in the trough.

I have a yoga friend who swears by the TempurPedic one, but I like to sleep on my side, and I can't with the TP, designed as it is to prevent your head from lolling.

Thanks, Raq. Dh just left to get me one. The one you use is the one that looked the best to me, online. I told him to get that, and if he couldn't to get the TempurPedic. I can sleep on either my back or side.

"I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"

HA! That's funny shit there.

I'm feeling a bit accomplished, having been a total lump the last couple weeks and my house devolving into a pit of Nas-Tee. I am obsessed with my standalone shower, and not in a good way. I kind of hate it, it's all tiled up in there, there's mildew a-gogo, and it's dark. So I have purchased about a bazillion cleaning/anti-mildew products and assorted cleaning accessories (sponges, gloves) and spray the holy hell out of it until I'm about to pass out from fumes, then get naked and in there and rinse everything off. SO I did the, what is it called, CLR or CMR cleaner, and rinsed, and then the Tilex Mildew-B-Gone and it smells like bleach on the second floor and it stings the eyes a bit but is heavenly. Because it smells clean.

I hate a nasty shower box.

I have also vacuumed the sitting room and scrubbed down the kitchen counters (also tile, oh woe) and swiffered and tidied and directed Tom to build our remaining piece of non-assembled IKEA furniture (a night table for my side of the bed)

Also, I reported a nasty looking fire I saw while walking home from the library. Happily the fire department was pretty much Right There. They were gearing up to go out there, but when I saw the flames, no one was around so I figured better safe than sorry. Flames! Visible from the street! People going about their business!

Anyway, I am both hyper and tired.

(makes tubal appointment) Nah, my lack of connections takes care of that well enough, damn it. No, Hec, and I like Emmett's name, esp. because I like Emmett.(or I think I would. That will be a high point of SFF2f if it happens. Honest. I'm not just drunk on the tracks, either. But I'll have thirty years of tags anyway.) My brother used to ask my mom who was visiting if he smelled bleach in the bathrooms...it's her least fave chore.)

Kristin!

it's her least fave chore

God, mine too, but this shower box thing has got me obsessed. Because... it's so small, the mold and filth is RIGHT THERE next to you! A bathtub shower mess bugs me less because there's, like, more space.

Here's a handy hint thingy: I'm very allergic to mold, and in my desperate attempts to keep my bathtub shower free of the verdammt stuff, I accidentally found that Listerine will keep mold off my bathtub drain. After I finish showering, I spill some around the drain and leave it there, and the mold doesn't come back. (I use the fake store-brand for cheapness, but it's got to have thymol in it.)