Pregnancy mini-meara:
I've been keeping my hair blue with Special Effects and no bleach, figuring that if 90% of the don't-do-X-it-will-kill-your-baby sites out there are saying things like "...so many women just get highlights instead!" a little semipermanent dye will be just fine.
My caffeine source has been downgraded from 2 cups of coffee in the morning to 1 cup of Earl Grey, but now that the smell of coffee no longer makes me want to hurl I've been drinking decaf lattes in the afternoon.
But MOST IMPORTANTLY, IT IS SNOWING! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!
But MOST IMPORTANTLY, IT IS SNOWING! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!
OK, someone's crazy and it certainly isn't me.
"I want some information about John F. Kennedy. He was from England, right? Like, London? Also, did he have any military experience?"
My first instinct is to think that the patron might be confusing JKF's dad's position as ambassador to the UK, but on second thought, he was probably just being dim. I doubt very much he has any clue about Senior's diplomatic career. As for "did he have any military experience"--yeah, he's being dim.
I know my sense of taste is screwed up right now due to my sinuses, but I'm pretty sure a blueberry muffin isn't meant to taste like bananas.
In other news, last night I discovered that I shouldn't hop off my bed from a standing position whilst wearing chenille slippers. Chenille + hardwood floor = painful pratfalls.
for some reason I have a hard time picturing shrift slounging in chenille.
for some reason I have a hard time picturing shrift slounging in chenille.
I'm not allowed to have warm feet? Communist.
If you have a good view to the WSW just after sunset tonight, have a look for Comet McNaught.
Article: [link]
Photo gallery: [link]
Not as dramatic as Hale-Bopp or Hyakutake, but still pretty.
I, on the other hand, disproved my lifelong conviction that I'm a klutz the other night, when I was out at the side of my house trying to fix a loose piece of shingling that was flapping in the wind and keeping me awake. I'd grabbed an old stool that had been sitting in my junk pile to stand on, and I guess it had stood out in the elements too long, because as I stood on it, reaching for stuff, it gave way.
I hopped off it even as it was falling and landed safely. In my slippers. In the dark.
I'm not allowed to have warm feet? Communist.
I think it's just the chenille part. The word evokes frilliness. I'm sure your slippers are the sloungiest.
Go Theodosia with the timely nimbleness!
ION, I need slippers. My apartment floors are COLD.
