Xander ,'Get It Done'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sue, if you order in, you don't have to change at all. Give the delivery man a thrill/giggle!
I'm still stuffed from our Chicagoista Polish breakfast (potato pancakes, some sausage, borscht, and yummy fruit juice that wasn't overly sweetened--in fact, it might not have had any sugar added to the fruit and water at all). I don't think I'll be eating until dinnertime, and a late one at that.
The only time I order pizza is when I'm painting. Without pizza and beer, painting is too awful to contemplate. Whoever is delivering the food has certainly seen worse than Scooby Doo PJ bottoms.
I have no idea how I am supposed to cut in the top of the wall in my stairwell
Sue, I read that as "cut a HOLE in the top of the wall" and was thinking "Why do you need a hole in the wall? And is it really safe to do that while precariously perched??" I'm glad, upon rereading, to see you merely risked getting paint everywhere. I hope.
I finally left my house shortly before 2pm to go to the doughnut store. Where they were out of most of the good doughnuts. CURSES! But they still had some. And a latte. Which was really the key.
And a latte. Which was really the key.
I looked blankly at that, thinking "No, Dawn's the key."
It's possible I need a lie-down.
Sue, if you order in, you don't have to change at all. Give the delivery man a thrill/giggle!
Trust me, it will be no thrill for him. I think I am still scarred by the time I was ordering fast food in my painting clothes (and totally covered in black paint) and the woman behind the counter told me that she thought I was homeless until she realized I had probably been painting.
It's all different inside your house, Sue. At least, that's my hope.
I wonder what I have for dinner.
Pizza is ordered, and I'm compromising by changing the pants only. And putting on a bra.
Mac's uncle is a good egg and took him today after church despite a raging headache. That allowed me to buy groceries, put them away, halfway clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry and start in on some cooking for the coming week. They are on there way here now and I am going to try to sneak in some living room work.
Hey ita, you can come live with me. I won't charge you rent and I don't eat eggs any more.
Not so close to simi, of course.
Not so close to simi, of course.
And all the more pleasant for you.
Not that I work in Simi anymore, though. West LA it is. It'll be hard to give up the 2 mile commute, because I know it can't last forever.
You are kind to offer.
No eggs?