Xander ,'End of Days'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have a cold and cannot smell anything. Not even the chicken I put in the slow cooker last night, which I almost forgot about entirely. Instead of doing anything constructive today, I read about wank, watered the plants, and watched What Not To Wear.
I'm hoping that the snotmonster will go away by tomorrow morning so I can drive back to Michigan for Father's Day.
Best wishes to you and to your family in this difficult time, Zenkitty.
I swear to you, I've looked in drugstores, grocery stores, dollar stores, and the sporting-good section of some department store I can't recall the name of. It's a conspiracy!
Hardware stores didn't occur to me, though. Next time I get filters for the AC I'll look. The sneaker idea is a good one, too. I have a cheap pair that I only really wear on the Nordictrack so they're not ooky.
This has been your first-world crisis for the day. Now I will make a mojito!
They sell plastic spikey balls at BB&B as non-chemical fabric softeners, I bet those would work.
I am hot and sweaty. I think a shower is in order. Then a cold beverage.
Strega, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're not authorized to buy tennis balls. That's why you can't find them anywhere. It's for your own good.
I was thinking a nap, then shower, then cold beverage.
This is one advantage to being 3 hours behind.
Jesse, SHUSH-- that's supposed to be a secret, remember?
Oh crap.
I meant to say, Just keep looking, Strega! I'm sure you'll find them somewhere!!
Hmph.
I think a shower is in order. Then a cold beverage.While making my cold beverage, I managed to spray myself with club soda. I'm not sure if that counts as a shower, or if it's a good reason to save the shower for after the beverage.
Because there were no tennis balls, I got a cool pirate board game that was ridiculously expensive. But it came with adorable little pewter ships as pawns!
I wonder how they'd do in the drier...
watched What Not To Wear.
Which one? Animal-trainer woman with the bosom of doom and gorgeous curly hair? Or the physical therapist who only wore baggy baggy baggy short and t-shirts?
(As you can tell, my day involved What Not To Wear also.)