Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Gospel magazine pulled from Christian bookstores for having *gasp* women pastors on the cover: [link]
I thought of Allyson and Sam last night at the baseball game. There were dozens of bats eating from the all-you-can-eat bat buffet created by the lights. I've seen one or two before at night games, but nothing like this.
Really do something to celebrate my birthday. I wish it could be crazy, but probably just lunch or the bookstore or something like that.
Pie!
Pedicure!
I suppose... Or I could screw up the masculinity ritual at the tattoo place again.(They feel so tough till I come out after having the same thing.)
You could hire a manicurist to come with you to the tattoo place. You could simultaneously be tattooed and pedicured. THAT, my friend, is a hardcore chick.
Well, someone had the shit scared out of them. Literally.
Looks like we had a U2 shootdown in this household's Cold War.
Kitten has had a bath and I've scrubbed the floor. Luckily, he stayed on the hardwood. And doesn't seem to traumatized now.
Tatted and pedicured sounds AWESOME to me.
Though really I just want the pedicure, since I don't know any tats I want at the moment, and I'm in desperate need of a pedicure. Except I stupidly wore new shoes and got like, three or four blisters the other day, so I don't really want to go get a pedicure, because OW. But maybe by Sunday.
And I have all this work still to do. I did the one really big thing I needed to do (though it was a somewhat half-ass job), but there's still a lot of preparation for my trip on Monday that I need to do. Which because it's not until Monday, *technically* could be done over the weekend, but I won't want to, so I should really do it now, when I don't have more fun things going on, like barbecues and stuff.
This weekend: tonight, dancing, and then fun with Girl. (who, um, needs a nickname). Tomorrow, not sure, possible crafty and snacky goodness at a friend's new apartment. Sunday, friend's birthday bbq.
Poor Kitten, and poor Sarameg.
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday Lori!
Happy Anniversary Plei!
I have no real plans this weekend as I'm on my own.(G is in Minneapolis for work this weekend)
Well, hopefully he'll know to leave Devi alone now. This reeks of her, not Mister Kitty. MK's attention span isn't long enough to terrify.