A heartwarming story of a holiday miracle: (radio piece, this is just a page with a link to a mp3): [link]

It's maybe 10 minutes long, tops, but the ending...oh the ending. Wedgie!

Can't Stop. Laughing. At. Pigeon. Comments.

And I have Jilli to thank for it--with the Seche Vite she recommended not only does a manicure look tidy longer, it's faster to do.

Please for to link, ita? As cheap as manicures are, I have to do my own until my nasty, bitten nails are decent enough to present to a professional and it helps them to grow if I keep them groomed.

Besides, it's difficult for me to get out without the kids to get one and I can always do my own when they're in bed for the night.

Seche Vite. It's a top coat that goes on while your polish is still wet (ergo speed), and it speeds up the drying (ergo speed) and makes the polish shiny and long-lasting.

The other day when I lost an entire nail's worth of polish? I chalk the one-piece removal to Seche Vite.

Thanks, ita--and by extension, Jilli. Anything that can make polish dry faster and last longer will help me, immeasurably.

Man, I'm restless. Have done the couple of things I outlined for today and can't really do more. I could dye my hair, but that might foul up the clear coat on my nails.

Gnarg. It's the sort of mood best burnt off with company and that isn't happening.

What the hell did they make Sky Dancer out of, adamantium?

I remember that thing. The wings were made of soft foam, like the same stuff on those electric fans on water spray bottles. I can see how, spinning fast, they might cause some eye damage, but I have no idea how they could break bone.

but I have no idea how they could break bone.

Children stampeding over each other as they flee in terror?

ION, I am now in Oshkosh.

Ok, when I said I needed company, that was NOT what I meant.

My elderly neighbors, who are sisters who live together, were apparently having a spat over something. The one inside the apartment wasn't answering the door OR the phone for 45 minutes and the other didn't have her keys. So I sat with the other in the stairwell, hitting redial and consoling the locked out one and calmly listening to heavy-duty religious talk (which, it gives her strength and I'm glad of that, it's just HARD to come up with noncommital and sympathetic when being pressed about Jesus and I really don't want to be misunderstood and this was NOT the time for a theological discussion on my lack of belief) until I finally got the one inside, who I then lectured and informed I was not getting in the middle of this, but she was putting me there and she was opening the door because I SAID SO, and I'm the youngest adult and at least I'm acting it...and then she opened the door and I lectured again about taking the disagreement inside and ...oh hell. I like both these women and they've done numerous favors for me. They just had a hard blow today and regressed to teenagers. And they are both over 60. I swear.

Pouring myself a huge scotch now, I am.

Man, it's dead here. No comments on my apparent over-caring with my neighbors....