Martha Stewart will be OUTER in a HUGE way

I skimmed MS's Halloween issue at the newsstand the other day. Lots of cool ideas for party decorations and pumpkining.

I don't understand - if you have fresh batteries - don't you just press the cable or the vcr button to switch back and forth?

We have a really old television so I have to push the button for video input. I'm just technically retarded when it comes to this thing. And I'm tired and frustrated with it. It's a universal remote for our DVR/TV/DVD and the instructions are confusing.

I've only had two in the last 10 years of service with TW. I want to call and ask for a new one. And a nice technician to deliver and program it for me.

Sox, I'll harass you about cheering next year! - tri's not until July.

I'm annoyed by people and scheduling issues today.

Really never mind.

Really nicely, I think. I'll be keeping myself occupied in Joe's abscence by painting the cupboards and ceiling in the kitchen and putting in the new floor in there, too. Also doing the touchup painting where the tape pulled away some of the paint. Painting the wicker bench in the kitchen. I'm hoping to post some pictures soon. (Hopefully, Robin won't min that I totally copied her living room color for my living room AND dining room.

It's a lovely bench. It makes the kitchen very cozy. Did I mention that?

Happy b-day, erika!

Congrats to Tom for his winning home-brew!

Have fun going all Martha Stewart on your home, Aimee, and best travel wishes to Joe.

What they said. Only insert something fresh and witty, which boils down to What They Said.

Something like "This is a wee-beasty-free event" or "Grown up trouble makers are welcome...babysitter referrals on request"

t paranoid Okay, now I'm worrying that I expressed myself badly and you thought I meant that the other people weren't being sufficiently articulate, and you needed to add something more entertaining. Whereas actually I just meant "yeah, what they said. Er. Only let's pretend I had some amusing way of reiterating it, okay?"

is sad. and inarticulate.

eats another piece of Royce chocolate. tastebuds all expire from sheer bliss. makes inchoate sounds of ecstacy. forgets to fret. vaguely contemplates lighting a cigarette and cuddling the box. remembers doesn't smoke. cuddles box anyway.

Oh, gracious no. That wasn't my take at all...if in fact your comment was directed at me.

I just liked the concise way you included what I was thinking...which was agreement with everyone else had said. I just added the 'cute' because it was what I have said on my own Halloween party invitations over the years.

mops brow

eats more chocolate

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...God, seriously, Royce chocolate? Which is Japanese? Holy crap, I have Never Had Better Chocolate In My Life.

This may partly be a temperature thing - it's a perfect consistency to eat here (where it's very fucking hot) in a pretty-much-gooey-truffle-centre kind of way. It comes with a little implement for spearing the melt-as-soon-as-you-touch-'em pieces. And it's...my God. My God. Seriously. It's every cliche of chocolate as intense sensual pleasure EVER. Gah. It probably won't respect me in the morning, but I no longer care.

...God, seriously, Royce chocolate? Which is Japanese? Holy crap, I have Never Had Better Chocolate In My Life.

I ate the very best French pastries of my entire life in Tokyo.