((Sparky, DH and family)) I am so sorry you got home to such sad news. It was really nice to meet you last night though I fear I wasn't much with the scintilating talk since that was just before my second or third wind hit. I had to time it for the trip home. But I really did enjoy meeting you.

Feh on your demons Allyson. The new look sounds scorching though.

And the Plei gold dubloon demon. Extra special feh on it.

Emily and I just realized the Trader Joe's love.

I napped the day away after quite the long day yesterday. I'm catching up on SciFi Friday and then going back to bed. PT in the morning. Next weekend I attack the housecleaning (aka the cat fur and likely dander that drove the nephew to wheezing and me to driving to meet his mom at 2 a.m.) that has been waylaid for the last month due to back issues.

Allyson, I'm with Tep. Want pics!

It's always struck me as more of an argument against foxholes than atheists.

See? So many ways to interpret it.

I like stuff. I like nice stuff. I like being able to purchase an item that fills an exact need, even if it's three times more expensive than throwing something together that kind of works.

Well, I sometimes shoot for virtueous. But I'm shamelessly materialistic when it comes down to it. In fact, I have horrible lust for things I know our income, no matter how much it goes up, will never cover. And, although we by far do not live in anything resembling poverty, the fine edge we walk on in regards to our budget is, indeed, soul-sapping and can get depressing. I know that it's not really a consolable thing but it doesn't stop me from trying. Also--adapting back is a lot harder than getting used to it from the start. I didn't have so much of a problem sticking to a budget when I was used to not having money. But then, working and having money, and then not having and dealing. MUCH, MUCH harder.

Hope so, Steph. I think someone will have a camera. I'm feeling all saucy making my broiled chicken right now with my new do.

I think someone will have a camera

I hope so. I expect a smokin' picture!

Let the record show that Steph has established a bleachhead.

I think there's lots of people I should be hugging and stuff, but instead I'm just going to say that, BT, this made me laugh and laugh. Which I needed, because I'm cranky and weepy, and not in a good, righteous, cathartic way, but more self-pity and frustration with a side of PMS.

I found my look. I am deliriously happy with it.

There must be pictures. I bet it will be stunning.

Also--adapting back is a lot harder than getting used to it from the start. I didn't have so much of a problem sticking to a budget when I was used to not having money. But then, working and having money, and then not having and dealing. MUCH, MUCH harder.

Too freakin' true! At least in part because you know what you are missing.

Which I needed, because I'm cranky and weepy, and not in a good, righteous, cathartic way, but more self-pity and frustration with a side of PMS.

Subtract the PMS, and that's me!

Can I add my vote for Allyson pics? That's a great look for you.

signed,
Spent a Long Time Talking JZ Into Liquid Eyeliner

Poor, Plei. If I had a million dollars, I'd be setting you up with a Sephora account and a dressmaker and maybe a monthly eBay account.

Perhaps I should have purchased rubber gloves, or at least made sure there were no cuts on my hands.

Did I tell you about the chemical burn I have on my wrist from bleach dripping off my rubber globes at Starboard Marine?

Y'know what?

Baby's still cute: [link]

Oh, and Ginger rocks.

And stuff.

I'm feeling slightly better. The earlier poop explosion was just the topper to a crap day.

Dead of the Lily cuteness, and damn is her mother gorgeous!