Now, if you'd read my book you'd know that was a song written by a gay, alcoholic dwarf for a dim and lumpy rentboy. But I'm sure that will just enhance the memory for you, life being filled with choice ironies.
You're right! It makes it so much better. (Also my uncle told me that he had danced to the same song at his wedding, +- 40 years ago. Somehow, I bet he doesn't appreciate it the same way.)
I just made a low-fat guacamole - adding in peas to the avocado. I declare it a fail. meh and now a bowl full of unsatisfactory snack. This weekend is made of suck.
I just got four pairs of shoes for $120!!!!!
Two pairs of black mary jane pumps, a pair of pink leather steve madden pumps, and a pair of red easy spirit pumps. I declare it a good shoe shopping day and now feel like I have enough of a fresh professional wardrobe to make it through any interviews I get.
All i want for xmas is a new job. And also to sell Sam for enough of an advance to pay for this shopping and put a dent in my debt.
Shoooes!
NYTimes article about nervous liberals: [link]
Beautiful pics, Bon! You reception room looked gorgeous.
Those photos are incredible, bon.
Note to self: Never EVER go to TJs on Sunday evening again.
does anyone else hate the HSBC logging commercial?
Beautiful photos, Bon. You both look so happy.
So, because I've been making telemarking calls over the past couple of days, I've started answering them. Since Thursday, I've talked to Time Warner (want me to get home phone through them), Omaha Steak (want to "help" me with my holiday shopping), and my grad school (wants a donation). I should seriously stop giving my phone number to people.