I said that about true demi cups for Ds, and no one seems to have rushed to corner that particular market, either. Because bra makers are evil.
I would pay cash money for these. I love demi bras.
Did masses for my house today in prep for mom visiting Monday. The futon is still in pieces and so is the desk but a lot of the rest is actually more together. To wit, the door is open to the RoomOfVortexDoom for the first time since I moved in. It ain't pretty, but it is getting closer.
And my neighbor had a new boy move in. A very chatty one. He's nice though and I have a couch that is going to need moving eventually... There also might be the point where it's nice to know your neighbors if they aren't insane.
I have a hot pad right now that is making the rounds along all of my new bumps, bruises and ouchies.
Sorry for your ouchiness, Spidra and Cass. Hope a good night's rest is in the offing.
Speaking of.... how'd it get to be 2:25am CDT?
Speaking of.... how'd it get to be 2:25am CDT?
Time Fairies. They flutter around stealing time.
The grain bags of heating are doing their job pretty well. I just keep rewarming them. Nuke (the bag, not my back or knee), rest, repeat.
And I got udder cream for my feet when I rampaged through Trader Joe's today. Which, for as long as it has been around, still sounds creepy still to me but seems to be de-hoofing them.
Fay, ja nice cut will likely cost you at least $40 at a decent salon in SF IIRC. I almost never get away for less than $60, which is why I don't go in all that often.
Moving to the Pacific Northwest from Southern Cal means I can get my hair cut at the swanky place and it's $40. I feel like I am getting a deal.
Also got a fabulous hair cut so I am happily going to pledge my troth to this new woman. I prefer serial monogomy in stylists but it's been a loooooong dry spell between ones I can commit to in all good faith.
The depressing thing about six loads of laundry? Only a load and a half are usable.
And those are guest linens.
The rest are curtains. That I can't hang cause I live in an apartment (that is hella private so I shouldn't bitch so much) now. But they will be clean to go live in storore.
To bed. I was nicely drowsy and then just had to finish up the last couple of minutes of stuff, which slayed the drowsy.
I touch the drowsy and it wakeses me.
I want the drowsy back.
I woke up my neck and sholders artekilling me . and there are pains randomingly appearing on the left sid eof my head . Bah.
Some kind of heating pad, beth? I am so sorry...
advil and a grahm craker taken. Found the heating pad - hopefully back to sleep soon
I just tried to wrentch the futon frame back into being. It is more than a one person job, requires some mystical hardware and I am giving up for the night. But all is not lost if the Angels of Gadgets smile.
I've a nuked heated pad. The plug in heating pad didn't survive the trip. I bow before the mighty microwave.
