I just put down a set of those interlocking foam tiles in my kitchen, and it makes a huge difference in how long I can comfortably stand there.

Where did you get yours, Hil?

Amazon. It's the kind that's marketed for kids' playrooms. It's the exact same stuff as the kind that's marketed for kitchens, except in fun colors instead of just gray and black.

I've noticed that during the Bush years liberals would talk about moving to Canada. During the Obama months conservatives have talked about armed rebellion...

I'll go with seekrit option f) The Soviet Union is no longer an option.

If it were it really would have been easier to continually and loudly compare that last administration to the KGB. There's no Godwin's Law for Stalin, people.

This is the one I bought: [link]

"Whereas 'baby fishmouth' is sweeping the nation."

::loves Tep::

IOmememeN, I'm desperate for some relative peace and quiet. I explained to my mother that I needed to do some work this morning. Meaning, I need to sit at the computer and do some research and I need to be able to think.

I think she heard, "Oh, she's sitting there, so I can sit in the chair behind her and spout off randomly."

When I asked her to give me just a couple of minutes, she got this hurt look on her face. I just can't win.

I'll just have to put off the work until after she leaves.

Good luck, Barb.

IOmememeN, I'm desperate for some relative peace and quiet. I explained to my mother that I needed to do some work this morning. Meaning, I need to sit at the computer and do some research and I need to be able to think.

I SO feel your pain. My mother wouldn't let me read a fucking book without talking to me. I once was reading a book with my iPod on, which I thought sent a clear signal that I wanted to read without interruption and she STILL had to say random shit like "oh, I like this wine".

Once, I wasn't feeling well and went back to the room. She came in a few hours later and I was reading. She kept talking to me, and I would acknowledge her and finally said in a snotty tone "do you just want to read your book?" I said "YES! thank you!" And then she got huffy and was slamming things and glaring at me. I swear that she went to bed early that night just to turn off the lights (I of course had a reading lamp, so it was fine)

I think Vortex and I could go on a vacation together with a stack of books a few bottles of wine and be perfectly happy. Especially if there were cabana boys.

When I was in Jr. High my best friend and I used to go over to each other's houses and read.

Our Mothers thought this was hysterical. I thought it was great she had bunkbeds.