The cat only did that because you already felt bad.
Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
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.
Sophia, I dunno. I think the standard medical advice is to ice first, but that assumes it's a strain. I don't know if that's what you have, but I am guessing that ice doesn't actually hurt, so you could start there?
I got some stuff done this morning and now I'm lazing around. I really need to mop the kitchen floor and go buy alcohol at BevMo. Hmm.
I was also told that not taking care of a childs medical needs isn't abuse, either.
The fuck?? Or if it's a matter of semantics, surely ignoring a child's medical needs counts as neglect or reckless endangerment, or something that would warrant authorities getting involved?
I kid you not, a woman here just asked if she could have her pictures for free because she lost her wallet.
I washed and dried my garage and building passkey. I hope it still works.
I have never seen the air this bad. Wow. Breathing is not fun right now.
Ah, people.
I just had a positive experience at a department store makeup counter! I was scared and ready to talk the salewoman down, especially because I opened with, "I would like to be sold some makeup." But no! She sold me something that seems in between foundation and tinted moisturizer, and some blush (maybe unnecessary? we'll see), and that was all she was going to do. I said I needed some lipstick, too, and she came out with the perfect color. Sweet. I was really ready for her to tell me I needed 50 products.
I have never seen the air this bad. Wow. Breathing is not fun right now.
My bedroom, the only room with an open window, smells of soot. I consider myself far from the fire, but it's not far enough.
I love those experiences, jesse. They are few and far between in my shopping life.
I was in the garage looking for my die cut machine (shut up all of you!) and instead I found a box of my skinny clothes. Yes. There is no chance that I will fit in Size 4 pants again. But the size 6 denim skirt from Talbots fit. The Size 8 Jeans from Ann Taylor, also fit.
WOOT. It was like a brand new wardrobe that needs to be laundered.
Noah also got to ride a trike on the trike track. So cute. Until he exhausted himself into sleep.
That's awesome, Kat!
And reminds me I meant to drop stuff off at the dry cleaner this weekend, speaking of new wardrobe. Crap.
I love those experiences, jesse. They are few and far between in my shopping life.
Right?