Ignoring the rumor-mongers.

You called them Rookies instead of Rockies.

Yeah, I noticed the typo when I wrote it, but based on their current standings....maybe not so off??? Plus, I ain't a local yet. YET.

Empress? I can't imagine I'm ahead of you in this particular arena, but just in case your radar malfunctioned, some damp Danny Radcliffe went up on my site today.

I was also thinking she didn't look like she'd be much challenge for you...though some of the guys might, I suppose

An easy kill. Call it warm up. Give me a holler when your sex club gets cool enough for me, will you?

Actually, NERF WEAPONS? Sex club? What you're seeing now is befuddlement.

why do those picture make me feel all dirty? Is there something about his eyes that's saying he's uncomfortable?

So weird. I'm watching an interview with him right now. (I just rewatched PoA since I'm going to be teaching the book this summer and wanted to remember the movie version.)

I'm watching an interview with him right now.

is it fucking great?

Empress? I can't imagine I'm ahead of you in this particular arena, but just in case your radar malfunctioned, some damp Danny Radcliffe went up on my site today.

HMOG. I hadn't seen those!! Thank you ita!! You've made my morning!!!

Em's visit went very well, thanks for all of the sharing from Stephanie, flea, Sparky, and ... crap - I'll have to go back and double check. Em got to play with the water buttons that supply the spit bowl and water cup. She needs to work on spitting out the toothpaste, not swallowing it and also getting the inside of her teeth. The hygenist brought out the big teeth and big toothbrush to show Em how to do it, and that was the only part Em freaked out about. "I don't like those teeth, Momma. They're too big." Such a funny girl. But she picked out a purple fish toothbrush and a purple pull-string helicopter. I also declared it Backwards Day, so after the dentist we went to Dairy Queen where Joe and I got Peanut Buster parfaits and Em got an ice cream cookie. Joe went on to actually eat dinner. Em and I did not. Bad mommy.

Um. I have had a dramatic haircut. I love the back and I love the sides and I love the front...except that I'm not sure whether the fringe (aka 'bangs' in your amusing foreign parlance) was a good idea. I'm swinging wildly between 'yes!' and 'OMGNo!'

Because Louise Brooks? Much thinner than me.

I think I maybe look a bit like a chubby Vulcan. I'm just trying to decide whether Chubby Vulcan is a look I can rock.

(I blame Cate Blanchet for this sudden decision to get a fringe.)

:: scans interwebs for picspam of Fabulous Fay Hair ::

VW, or anyone else feeling crafty this am - I'm looking for a cheap & fast source of fabric-wrapped floral wire (hopefully around 16/18 gage. I've found a few places, but keep backing out because they're not using paypal. I don't know what _that_ says about me, other than I've swallowed paypal's marketing hook line and sinker, but if you know of a good craft-supply place that is paypal friendly, can you let me know?

thx!

I'm just trying to decide whether Chubby Vulcan is a look I can rock.

There's only one way to find out! Ask out that guy. Your new hairstyle gives you the authority! Trust me, I know Victorian dating rituals, being as how I live in Victoria.

Both "never mowed a lawn before" and "sex club and parents" send me to that "not in Kansas anymore" place. My dad handed off the yard work to me as soon as he could. Unfortunately, he still felt free to dictate every aspect of *how* I did the yard. My mom doesn't understand how I can like yard work after that, but it was such a relief when I was free to do the yard (or not do it) however I pleased.

I have contemplated the phrase "sex club and parents" for a while, but the words still have no meaning.

ION, the elves have made off with a present I bought for a shower that is tomorrow. They're now holding the baby shoes, a camera, several items of clothing and a pair of shoes hostage somewhere.