Kristen and I spent a small fortune at the Container Store this afternoon, because I've been losing my shit about storage problems.
They brought out our purchases on a HUUUUGE cart.
Then sort of looked warily at Kristen's VW Bug.
Through some ungodly Tetris skills Kristen has, every last thing fit into the Bug.
It's late, and I'm still not done tossing stuff and organizing the closet.
Tired. Need cool bath. THIRSTY.
Note to file: Kristen has ungodly Tetris skills.
Well, I got my latest haircut (almost two weeks ago) and it came out just about perfect. So ... for David.
Toddson! It is perfection. Now let us all pray that sarameg gets properly coiffed by next week.
Nasal decongestant sprays are like unto crack. For lo, they are mighty but also fuck your shit up.
Also? Leaves a nasty back-of-throat taste.
In possibly my body is trying to be ita or Ginger or Hil news, I am awake at 4am because my toe hurts too much to sleep. And I don't have any pregnant-lady approved painkillers (i.e. Tylenol) in the house. I stubbed it on my husband's shoe in the dark last night. I hope like hell it isn't broken.
I stubbed it on my husband's shoe in the dark last night. I hope like hell it isn't broken.
He can buy more shoes. Worry about your toe instead.
Ice?
TAR: It should totally have been a non-elim round! Now I don't get to see
Lake and Michelle struggling more, which
would have been comedy gold!
[edited because evidently I can't remember what is italic font and what is spoiler font.]
Boss just bailed on our 9:00 meeting. VICTORY IS MINE!!
Kristen and I spent a small fortune at the Container Store this afternoon, because I've been losing my shit about storage problems.
Whenever I walk into the Container Store, I hear choirs of angels singing. Well organized angels.
amych, today you're the windshield!