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!

I was in charge of mowing the (huge) lawn for most of my teenaged years. One day I discovered a thistle had grown and bloomed around the side of the house in the time since I had last mowed and because it was purple and thorny I named it Sid and mowed around it. By the time Mom finally discovered it and made me cut it down it was almost as tall as me. Mom did not think purple flowers = right to life.

Mom did not think purple flowers = right to life.

Did you explain to her that it could be your only line of defence in the case of surprise Roman invasion?