I'm actually quite good (or, at least, not cringe-inducing) at trimming my bangs. Though I try not to, b/c my stylist is better, obviously.
I don't think I have sharp enough scissors.
If we don't hear from you before bedtime. Steph, shall we send a rescue party?
If we don't hear from you before bedtime. Steph, shall we send a rescue party?
Send them with torches. I think the sentient mold fears open flame.
Now stop right there, missy. You are not, I repeat NOT, to clean your bathroom by means of arson!
Is it bad form to lay money on the sentient mold?
(Backdraft style- whoosh)
"What are you doing in there?"
"Cleaning."
My mother would think I'm trying to get Tommy Gavin.
I know we were Katrina-news free for a while, but I was just reading this article on the mold problem the affected areas are facing in the wake of the floods.
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The way mold is discussed in the article, it nearly sounds sentient, for real.
Oh, dear. Emily and I just realized the Trader Joe's love.
Not very loyal though.
Hec makes a bad "friend of ours."
No syndicates for you.