Ah. That ex.

I have a bloodied knuckle again. It's my own little mystery, how I bloody my knuckle at or after ER visits. Same one, right hand. Weird.

Don't spank me, ita, but CFerg? That's about the only one that makes me look twice

I guess it's okay if chicks dig him.

Sorry, Perkins, I realized after posting this morning that I should have spent more time last night packing, so I had a few hurried minutes.

I brought the blue dress. I arrived safely. shrift and I went to the grocery store and were distressed to find that they stop selling alcohol at 10.

OH NO

This is why flasks are good ideas.

You sticker-removing, screwdriver-using people are just wrong.

McCartney & Hall

F Gerard, C Brendon, M Stump

F Pete, C Gave, M Mikey

Gee and Patrick was tough I'll tel you what! I keep switching it. Love Gerard like whoah but Patrick as all that nice shiny "sanity"

The second one is sort of cheating since Alicia basically did just that.

I think Kat's spider has OCD.

And I'd NEVER use a screwdriver on a Rubic's Cube! You can just turn one corner out and pop it off with your thumbs.

I know there are a lot of spider phobes (look away Jilli) but we have a giant spider that has spun a web on our porch above the bushes just opposite the front door. I love that spider. I look for it every morning and it's there. But in the afternoon it's gone. Then it's back in the evening.

Maybe it's an orb spider? The nice spiders in our yard always do the same thing: weave a beautiful web in the night, take it down in the morning and find somewhere quiet to wait until dusk. And in the fall they get really BIG just in time for Halloween. On the other hand I have come to hate the icky widow spiders that also colonized the back yard. I consider them the usurpers of course as the orbs were there first.

sigh

I'm hiding my basket of puzzles if any of you visit.

we'd only take one or two pieces.

Honest!

So, the good thing is Jen K. is in San Francisco with her cool boyfriend Matt.

And I took them (and Matilda) to Japantown which is near their apartment and showed them where the cool cheap housewares were.

And then I drove them back to my house and got into a dispute with somebody about a parking spot. Whatev.

Came in, fed them, drove them home and...guess what I've got a flat tire.

With a screw screwed directly into the front tire.

I guess it could have nothing to do with the raving idiot who thinks that because he was across the fucking street he had dibs on a parking spot. But the screw is right in the middle of the tire and flush with the tread. I don't know. Could have been a random screw yet Occam's Razor suggests not.

And I'm thinking, "Really, douchenozzle? For a parking spot you want me to have a blowout on the freeway with my two year old?"

Elapsed time for tire change, with mucho assistance from Matt: 13 minutes.

I think the neighbor is reroofing. Only explanation for the noise this morning. At least I was up before they got there?

Now want to heartily apologize for when my reroofing happened, even if I didn't own it at the time.

Time to meeting. How I wish I had a laptop.