If it were up to her, she'd live on dairy products, fruit, goldfish crackers, and vanilla wafers.
Ah, I see your daughter and I have much in common....
Also, totally unrelatedly, Neil Gaiman's new book (Anansi Boys) kicks all kinds of ass. I've been reading it every free chance I've had since yesterday morning. And it woke me up this morning. No, literally. I fell asleep reading it last night, and it must have landed gracefully on the pillow next to the pillow my head was on. When I rolled over this morning and tugged at the book pillow (without opening my eyes -- it's a thing I do, weird, I know), I didn't know the book was on it, and it slid off the pillow and clonked me on the head.
Unrelatedly again, I have tomorrow off, and I don't know what to do with my day. I should clean the apartment. Odds that I *will* are slim.
Heh. Of course, vacuuming might make the allergies worse, at least for a minute!
And, umm, what's the Jared story? Why was he there?
Apparently he graduated with us! But I had no idea until we showed up and he was there.
edamame for those who were wondering like I was.
I should clean the apartment. Odds that I *will* are slim.
Wanna borrow my daughter? She came over today and made me clean. We got a lot done by working together. Plus, quality bonding time over cleaning products!
Wanna borrow my daughter? She came over today and made me clean.
I'm fairly sure that the promise of money, chocolate, and/or sex would fail to be powerful enough to get me to clean. I just have to wait until I've become disgusted with the filth, or until a random urge to clean hits me, OR -- most effective of all -- my mom comes over to visit.
I bet you'd clean for Batman.
Sorry about the continuing itchies, Sail.
I'm really worried that my half-assed allergy to cats has become a full-blown allergy. Which, all said and done, blows. I like cats, I want to be able to take care of my daughter's cats for her. I don't want to have to get rid of them. I just don't know. If this all doesn't settle down over the next week, I'm going to go in for allergy testing and find out for sure one way or the other. In the meantime, the Benadryl is slowly, but surely, kicking ass.
I bet you'd clean for Batman.
He could scare me enough to clean, that's for damn sure.
Without Alfred the Batcave would be filthy -- its a CAVE.
Billionaire Bruce Wayne wants the place tidy he can send over his butler, man's got no room to criticize.
Without Alfred the Batcave would be filthy -- its a CAVE.
Excellent point! I need an Alfred.
