Once as an experiment I made a sardine and egg salad sandwich. I ended up throwing it into the bushes....

I don't know - I DO remember when she was in a nursing home at the end of her life my mother would try to smuggle those things in. No idea how she got them past the nurses ... and I doubt my grandmother could conceal what she'd been eating (possible for days afterwards). Or maybe the nurses just turned a blind eye and wore noseplugs.

Work is all done! Well, mostly. There's some mechanical uncomplicated stuff yet to do, but the actual computer-related thinky part is ALL FINISHED.

::sits back contentedly, recalling all the dire threats and waiting for gruel and pictures of ita in a leather skirt::

Timelies all!

I don't use scent/perfume(heck I use unscented deodorant because the scented stuff bugged me), though I occasionally use scented shower gel.(tending towards the food-ish scents, like vanilla or lime)

Grumph. If my parents tells me one more time that I need to be supportive of G during his job search I'm gonna scream.(There's also this cranky part of me that thinks, "What about me? Is anyone going to be supportive of me?)

Bleah, Sheryl. It's always so much easier to be supportive when you don't have other people standing around reminding you of how supportive you should be.

Kathy, you have to fakeout the ketchup/grilled cheese thing by pretending the ketchup is just for the fries, and then, Oops! Sandwich in the ketchup!

Canadians do this without shame. No silly pretending involved. (And duh, the gravy is for the fries.)

Does anyone want to pack up my kitchen for me? That's my job for tomorrow, and I don't want to do it. I've got the books almost all done, and the clothes aren't going to be a problem (that's what plastic garbage bags are for), but the thought of fitting all those non-uniformly shaped pots and pans into boxes just drives me crazy.

OH. I forgot to mention #14 on the list of ways the Buffistas have changed my life.

After much reading about the joys of Lush, I mentioned to Fella that they have a store quite near us. (Georgetown) But because I'm supersensitive to smells, I was concerned about how long I could spend shopping there.

Fella snuck out one evening and bought me both the peach and lavendar massage bars. They are the BEST. Sooo much better than massage oil and the absolute best, non-quese inducing smells.

Of course, he's benefiting with the extended massages while I'm reveling in the fragrance.

Beej, try a bath ballistic - they're pretty nifty. I like the Bollywood - it's like taking a bath in Constant Comment Tea.

And, for ita (link).

Who is that, Toddson?

And don't you find the Bollywood stains your tub? I've taken to Scrubbing Bubble the tub after every Black Pearl, and it kinda kills the lazy mood. But it's better (and glitterier) than nothing!