I notice! I notice! *jumps up and down*

having some issues with double posting....i'd ask the IT guy for help except that then he'd read my posts!

erin_obscure is scaring me....

It could be a result of wearing a properly fitting bra for the first time in a very long time. So.....supportive. Or the sudden, unwanted rush of hormones. Like, lust? WTF? What is this doing in my brain? I have no room for lust in my mind. And yet....there it is. So very odd. I swear i've been taking all my meds! And the right one, not any extra pills. Just the ones i take every day. Normally. So wierd. I blame it on Mal's kitten herpes.

I feel the need to announce that I'm going to go mow the front lawn.

This is post-worthy not just because Buffistas will post every last little minute detail of their lives, but because (1) the front "lawn" is very, very small [perhaps the size of 2 Twister mats side by side, although I reserve the right to amend that estimate after I'm finished], and (2) more importantly, I have literally never mowed the lawn in my LIFE.

No, really. When I was an adolescent/teen, my mom wouldn't let me or my brother mow the lawn because she was paranoia in human form and was sure we'd mow off a toe (probably true) with the push mower, or flip over the riding mower and....I don't know what she thought would happen -- we'd die of exposure when winter came around?

Anyway, in lieu of the gym, and since The Boy is at a meeting, AND (most importantly) because it's a non-gas-powered push mower (the kind that's just blades and sheer human inertia; the kind that Eddie Izzard mocks in Glorious), there's virtually zero chance of it running amok and killing me, or even mowing off a toe.

I will be wearing gym shoes, just in case.

If you think I'm hearing the theme from Chariots of Fire in my head, you're not wrong.

Today we've replaced erin_obscure's oxygen with crack. Let's see if she notices

Dude. SHE may not have noticed, but WE did! Dang, girl!

My next door neighbor is grilling. I notice this because I came home, and seriously thought perhaps I had managed to leave somethign SMOLDERING and was about to burn my house down. Then I realized no, it was just that someone in the building next door had lit up the grill at 4:30 and gotten his steak on. He likes it flaming. There are now billows of smoke going past my window...

Heh. Steph, my parents had a huge lawn, and handed off the mowing to my sister and brother and I as soon as they possibly could. I think we mowed starting when we were like, 11. Probably my brother had to start when he was like, 8.

Trying out new tag.

Good luck Steph! Don't mow off a toe!