I canna deal with the Wishlist. I tried it before, but, I don't shop regularly at Amazon, so I never update it. And, except for books and DVDs, I think in broad types of what I would like for Christmas, rather than in specific tokens. (OMG that is info-studies jargon: type and token.)
So, like, I said, "Some kind of slipper with a bottom that is not fabric, that will keep my feet warm. Elmo pelt OK."
Not only did I not have to find several tokens of this type to show variety, it took me less time to type up the phrase than it did to search something out on Amazon.
(I now have alpaca slippers with leather bottoms.)
Trashy vintage novels as iPod cases
Cool idea.
But they're destroying books! In my cosmology, taking apart books gets you sent to the special hell.
What's the name of the Mizrahi makeover show that Jesse's on? I need to Tivo. It's coming up Thursday, right?
Hubby and I watched Bones, though Hubby get muttering "sledgehammers". I reminded him it was the Christmas episode, so it was to be expected. "Besides, DB is cute, and they let him flex in a wifebeater all over the place." Goofy-DB is a lovely thing.
Besides, next week is cannibals. Not a lot of warm and fuzzy in cannibals.
Thursday at 7 on the Style Network!! Just remember: I don't actually have a lesbian lover.
I don't actually have a lesbian lover.
And she's not a cowgirl either.
mmm, pullups.
One of the sad effects of being the parent of a two-year-old is the image I just got of DB wearing the kind of diapers a toddler can put on by himself. (And no, my kink doesn't go that way. It was not a sexy image. A boggling image, yes.)
It's okay to eat a cookie every time I feel sad for no reason today, right? I mean, it's December, and I have the metabolism of a 14 year old boy, and the cookies are working.
