Also, this is making me all reminiscent. It's fun. I have a picture on my wall taken by a friend, of Prague Castle. I can figure out exactly where she stood because I have a 1964 photo book for tourists that contains that exact same shot that lists the location. The funny part? Both have vehicles in the same location. My photo has a 50sish trabby/skoda. The book has a motorcycle with sidecar. It's a neat coincidence.
'Shells'
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yikes. I think it would be easier to retrain words than retraining head movements.
I'm dead on my feet, except actually on my butt. Alias was a pleasant diversion from the tired. I hope that Fred is gonna be a recurring badass. That would be fun.
{{Daisy Jane}} I just figured out who you are. Duh. I said I was tired. Finding time to goof off is a good plan.
Daisy, NPR ran a story (or someone did) about people still in FEMA trailers in Florida from last year. It was depressing. Anyone for whom that's the only option...uhg. Few ways out.
DJ, I want to know about FEMA and their transitional housing when you have a minute and want to rant. Consider this an open invitation.
Blue roofs are all over Florida on both coasts from last year. I can't imagine tarps are going to help much if those areas get hit again.
I was afraid the tag might be a bit obscure, but I'm still not up with having my name anywhere. It's still wierd when I look up at the title bar. I'm all, "Who the @*#&% is that!?!"
In a random bit of name coincedences. Daisy Jane was my dog (actually that part's not coincedental), I have an aunt named Doris Jane who we call DJ, who has the same birthday as I do.
I just figured out who you are.
I haven't. I got stuck on carnation.
I just figured out who you are.
I haven't, but I freely admit that my brains have turned to mush recently.
Hand-gestures that they should continue;
In Nuttyese: "Bring it on, Bitch!"