DJ, could you please add me to the list?

We're not in the switch on the AC stage yet. We're still in sleep with the windows open mode, which I like except that that also makes it waterbug season.

Um, I'm in the crack the window open the smallest possible crack in order to get some fresh air while trying to avoid freezing mode. And it's snowing again. We already broke the record. It can stop now!!

Switch to waxing and magically get your A/C!

Oh hells no! My hair gets ingrown all too easily and the one time I had my legs waxed...well. First there was the pain. And then there was all the stuff that it missed. (too fine? I dunno.) And then there was the weeks and weeks of heavy scrubbing to undo ingrown hairs and attacking myself with a pin. I'm not a waxing customer.

I'm learning all about pearls. PBS unpledged! Yay!

Ah, well, I'll stick with the crossing of fingers.

I haven't turned my TV on yet today. That's unusual. And yet, I have not been inordinately productive. I'm not sure what lesson to take from that.

because of my surgery, I am not supposed to bend if I can help it until my six-week mark, so my legs are quite gorilla-ish. Oh, well, that's what long pants were invented for.

OK, now I want a bucket of pearls to play with. I swear. Suggestible much? I actually am not terribly enamoured of pearls. I mean, they are pretty and cool but as jewelry I wear, not really. I'm more inclined to colored and irregular weird shapes to wear, nsm the classic strands. But they are just pretty on their own.

I'll eventually be inheriting my grandmother's multistrand necklace with a platinum clasp, from the 30s, and my mom got herself some years ago (she'd always wanted a strand of pearls, but other than her MIL's of which she considers herself only a caretaker, never had one. So she finally bought one for herself.) Not sure what the hell I'll do with them. I don't certainly don't know the worth and grandma's is sentimentally valuable.

Oh, I've so had it with today.

The temperature dropped sharply, which I discovered on the way home. There was a bus kerfuffle. I walked in the door to discover roommate's cat had had diarrhea, and had used the hallway, kitchen floor, and couch to wipe her bum. Mopped the floor while roommate cleaned up the poo, and have spent the last two hours holding the cat down while roommate tried to de-poo her ass.

And we're not done. I am not wearing my happy face, universe.

I'll tell y'all what. If anybody wants. I'll gather all the information I have on credit and credit scoring and do a little lesson to email to anyone what wants it.

DJ, please add me to your list; thanks so much for offering to do this.

Sounds like fun times, shrift!

After all the talk about 2006 being on The List, I think in Goodbye and Good Riddance, all this talk of DJ's list is making me alternately giggly and apprehensive.