Happy birthday, DJ
I am not kidding.
Okay, I believe you and yet I feel I should add Californians can't be doing it that often. I'm native Cali and I've never heard of it before you mentioned it.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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Happy birthday, DJ
I am not kidding.
Okay, I believe you and yet I feel I should add Californians can't be doing it that often. I'm native Cali and I've never heard of it before you mentioned it.
The net Downtown Crossing Lights in the photo on the side of vw's link were designed by my ex-husband, way back in the late 80s. It was one of his first big public art commissions. He also did the Cambridge lights, one of them based on my design. He and his design partner were arguing about iconography and symbolism and the meaning of holidays for hours, and I scribbled an image down and slapped it in front of them and said "THIS is Christmas". And here it is, my one piece of art: [link] They are v. v. purty.
Oh, Robin. That is SO cool.
And I wasn't commenting on those lights. I was commenting on the guy with 500,000 lights, which I just think is a bit much for a house...no matter how castle-like.
Okay, my tummy seems rather unhappy about having something other than water put in it, but the chicken broth is still staying down. For the moment. We'll see.
Maybe the upside-down hydra trees are a Los Angeles thing.
Just got back from the dentist.
Bad news: ow
Good news: the man is oddly sexy. nice hands.
JZ, this made me melt.
Sean, good luck with making peace with your digestive system. And glad S. found her stuff at home.
The whole excessive lights at Christmas thing has always confused me ... and the combination of foil and electric lights sounds like an invitation to self-electrocution.
The foot is doing fine. I'm walking around on it with no real problems, it's just a bit tender because there was a lot of digging around in it yesterday.
My grandfather once told me a story about when he was a boy and he got this huge sliver (like, a foot long) in his leg and his grandmother wrapped his leg up with lots of bits of onion. After a day, the skin was loose and wrinkled and the sliver was easily removed.
My grandfather would sometimes exaggerate, so I have no idea if this story is true.
It doesn't bug- but I just don't understand the blow up things ( and my sister does it). But what I don't really get is why the front yard - which is the size of a postage stamp must have 4 or 5 different blow up things - that aren't related