I treat my bills like I treat my underwear--just shove them all willy nilly in there and let them revel in their anarchy.
'Not Fade Away'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Wish I could have seen it.
The producers of the show have been franchising it all over the place. Other productions of it are opening in Milwaukee and Chicago (I think), and I just heard last night that there was one or two other places they're taking it very soon.
So, eventually, it may just wind up playing in SF. Your cast won't be as great as our cast, of course (unless they all decide to go to SF for a run), but keep your eyes peeled in the theater listings up there. You may get your wish, sooner than you think.
OCD bill facing
I was a cabbie in Ann Arbor for six years, so I regularly face my bills, but I was, as I said, a cabbie, so I'm not at all OCD about it, and only do it when I feel like it or think about it.
I will, however, usually face all bills before handing them to the person at the register.
I, like my wallet, am currently going commando.
JenP: strikingly hot, sporting possibly the best tattoo EVAH. Slightly intimidating, actually, because she seemed so cool. (I am easily intimidated. In some ways.)
While the description is lovely, that's not JenP, that's Jen(no last initial) - she's Original Jen, who is a nurse in addition to being strikingly hot and having the best tattoo ever. Sadly, I have never met Fay, (or Jen!). I'm not a nurse, and wow are those patients who will never have me lucky.
There is anarchy in my underwear drawer (pretty much all over my room in fact) but the bills in my pocket are faced and in order.
Original Jen is sometimes aka Jen K, if that's helpful.
My entire house is anarchy.
Anarchy Rulz!!!
I treat my bills like I treat my underwear--just shove them all willy nilly in there and let them revel in their anarchy.
Kristin is me. My underwear is over stuffed willy nilly into a drawer. My wallet usually looks like a badly made sandwich.
That's sort of a segue to something I'm worrying on now. I have carried a purse everywhere for probably 30 years. I'm not supposed carry a purse on my right shoulder, and carrying a purse on my left shoulder makes me crazy. Habit is a terrible master. I carry a Treo, pens, paper, kleenex, a wallet full of cards, glasses, assorted pills, my emergency backup keys and sometimes a book. I usually have pockets, but not always. I don't normally wear a belt. Anyone have a theory about how I could go purseless?
Can you get a backpack type of purse, Ginger, or simply a small backpack so you can keep the weight distributed evenly?