I know, JZ, that would be great, but not likely without an exceedingly generous patron of the kind that only exist at the end of Dickens novels. Sometimes it is hard to read about all these fresh starts when you're not even sure you started once, ever.
Anya ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Has anyone used Crest White Strips? The instructions say that you shouldn't use it right after you brush your teeth in the morning, but how long should you wait? 5 minutes? 30? I just brushed my teeth before I got into the shower, then put them on after I got out. Hope my teeth don't fall out.
Barb, I just checked out your Flickr set, and ZOMGWOW, that is one beautiful house.
Thanks, Jess. I think the thing I like most about it (other than my total grabby hands kitchen) is that while it's a really lovely house, it's easily the least formal house we've owned since our first house in Cleveland which was a little 1942 brick bungalow.
No crown molding or wainscoting or columns or any of those details that make a house feel formal. Not that I haven't enjoyed our houses that have been more towards the formal edge, but we never really quite fit in them, since we're really not formal people at all. This house is elegant and comfortable, but it feels like the house equivalent of a comfy leather chair that's nice and broken in.
This house is elegant and comfortable, but it feels like the house equivalent of a comfy leather chair that's nice and broken in.
That was exactly the vibe I got from it. It's got a lovely open layout, too.
Barb - wow. That house: wow. And the view. Wow.
Go you!
Aims, backflung, babe.
ION, All-Clad is apparently now selling asshooks for chicken-roasting.
ION, All-Clad is apparently now selling asshooks for chicken-roasting.
Soooo glad I'm not the only one who had that thought when I saw that roaster.
That's a pricy asshook.
So Hubby came through the procedure fine, though his neck was out of whack for a few hours from laying on his stomach. He's already seeing improvement. Our next surgical adventure is the Crusade to Evict the Lutherans from Hubby's skull.
In bad news, my home computer has clawed its way to its last hilltop, gasped gallantly, then fell over clutching a lily to its chest as angels bear the ghost of its motherboard to cyberheaven. We've been glancing around for a new computer, hoping to replace it before it croaked, but entropy has caught up with us. I know what I'm getting for Christmas, a cheap new computer.