petite shoes

This is in the world where we never weigh more than 5 pounds over what we wish we weighed? Yeah, I live dream of that world, too.

You know what ticks me off? When I think good thoughts in my head for various buffistas and my fingers fail to type those thoughts.

I am Nicole and Cindy. I've been so busy recently that I read in fits and starts, so I'm always behind. I clapped my hands with glee when I ready about Teppy's post about the transition from Boy to BF, but by the time caught up, I forgot to say anything. These days, I have the short-term memory of a mayfly.

Nuh-uh! This is in the world where I weigh the amount it says on my drivers license.

So there.

What? It's totally different!

Hey Sail, you up for a game of Literati? We haven't played in forever.

It happens to all of us.

so far this morning:

had breakfast at the other cafe in town.

moved some furniture so the painting can continue

had pictures taken of in a yurt

watched the neighbors kids blow up plastic bottles full of vinager and baking soda

in about half an hour I get to head back down town to volunteer for the train. Which means sit and read a book 'til it is close to train time - then wave and point and tell people places they can eat.

Nicole, Cindy, Ginger, Deena....

Not just you. Including even the "did I or didn't I?" scrollback.

watched the neighbors kids blow up plastic bottles full of vinager and baking soda

Tell them it works better with diet coke.

Our neighborhood boys did that a couple of weeks ago. Clearly, we're more progressive.

Not just you. Including even the "did I or didn't I?" scrollback.

Hee.

Sean (Nicole, Sail, beth, etc.), I don't even make Nicole's D'oh face, half the time. Half the time, I continue to think, "I *know* I posted to him/her about that. I know it. I'm just missing it."

Then I control+F and everything. It's pathetic.

So far today I:

Ate breakfast, thought about coloring my hair, failed to keep track of how many loads of laundry I've successfully washed/dried/put away, thought about getting on the treadmill, thought about cleaning the yard, thought about weeding out my closet, ordered pizza, ate pizza, clipped Ashton's claws, bandaged a gash on my finger, ordered a dog bed and a cat scratching post online, and thought about taking a nap.

Tell them it works better with diet coke

mom won't let them. Besides, then we wouldn't have that lovely vinager smell all over the neighborhood

By the way, Sean, you and S have had many good wishes from me that didn't actually make it to typing.