I've stabbed myself with the insulin needle multiple times and I'm not dead yet!
So whose maintenance manager isn't in today? Yeah. Great.
So I'm eating a lunch of cranberry orange scones and diet root beer. Because I can.
At my parents' house the water heater is pretty much as far from the main bathroom as possible. And the pipes are embedded in the foundation. It takes for-freaking-ever to get hot water. The most ridiculous part is that the kitchen sink, which is close to the water heater, takes even longer. We suspect it is the end of the line for the pipe that delivers to the far shower. They finally installed a cabinet water-cycler and heater under the sink. Still takes a while to warm up, but you aren't wasting water in the meantime.
Cupcakes! [link]
I've only eaten the sunny-side up one (peach cake with buttercream and an apricot) which was teh yum. I may go back today to try to snag one of the pancake ones. (For those not playing along, buttermilk cake with maple buttercream and bacon sprinkled on top.) The others are the cherry cheese danish and the pink grapefruit.
There's supposed to be super-efficient hot-water-on-demand heaters on the market now, so that you're not keeping a bathtub-full of water hot all the time.
PS, when I win a bunch of money, I'm definitely starting a vegan cupcake store.
There are no cupcake stores in my little town. And I think I need cupcakes.
Damn. Not that this is the norm, but it's still horrifying: Attacks on Teachers On the Rise. It's a CNN WMP video clip--about two minutes.
I've stabbed myself with the insulin needle multiple times and I'm not dead yet!
If on "not dead yet" was enough...for me at least. My sister was describing recuperating: you know you're not up to all that, but you feel like you can, and then you feel awful afterwards.
Hello, dear. Welcome to the life of your big sister.
I want to move. My apartment is too expensive. Unlikely to happen soon.
Note to self -- no teaching jobs in Philly.
Aw, man, clicking on brenda's cupcake link before I've had breakfast was a bad idea. They look so good and I'm gonna have to make do with something else.
This morning when I was walking the dog, I rounded the corner and there on a lawn were a pair of male and female mallard ducks. Just hanging out right in the middle of town. They saw us and flew away, toward Griffith Park.
I felt like Tony Soprano.
