My down comforter seems salvaged. Took a couple hours of washing and soaking and three hours of drying but it is clean and doesn't seem to have lost much of its fluffy warmness.
Mom is here and I made her dinner. We have now retired to our seperate laptops like civilized folk.
I forgot there was a new Mile High tonight. (My tv did not forget.) ((My tv is way more reliable than I am.))
Six months? Oy.
Oh hell no! That is unwordable.
Hey kat! Happy birthday to you!
Oh, Kat. I saw your crazy, unpinked, iPod-dancing doppleganger crossing the road today.
HA!
So like me! And yet. I have a Katpod pic of me.
I just got my hair repinked. It's totally different. I have more brown and much less pink. But the whole back of my head is all pinked.
Kat, you have another doppelganger? And doppelganger #2 has an unpinked iPod? Wow, color me impressed.
I've nine minutes left in my birthday which I will use to eat some cookies and wash my face. G'night, Buffistas.
I did happen to see that What Not To Wear. Her sister's accent, at the end, sounded a lot more typical to me.
t clicks
Add a
whole
lot of crazy and a little more shaking, and that was her!
That said, I way prefer knowing you. The crazy was strong in this one. Not the kind that might make for interesting conversations.
And doppelganger #2 has an unpinked iPod?
Even the hair was unpinked. It was wrong.
So wrong. What kind of doppelganger is that? Why no kind of doppelganger at all, I'll say.
Now, I'm really going to bed.