for some reason I have a hard time picturing shrift slounging in chenille.
The Crying of Natter 49
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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.
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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.
The word evokes frilliness. I'm sure your slippers are the sloungiest.
They're shiny and black! And it was really freaking cold outside last night.
I hopped off it even as it was falling and landed safely. In my slippers. In the dark.
See, I'm taking comfort in the fact that I didn't break anything or crack my head open, and most of the pain I caused myself was eased by a handful of ibuprofren and a really hot shower.
I have fuzzy slippers with the non-slippy stuff on the bottom. Usually, though, there is a thin layer of sticky, dried apple juice to give me enough traction on our floors.
This guy has a couple of aquariums in his house, so he made a bunch of transparent tubes to connect them all. Fish habitrail! [link]
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Oh my god, I haven't had enough coffee to deal with this much stupid.