From the IRS website:

Stolen property. If you steal property, you must report its fair market value in your income in the year you steal it unless in the same year, you return it to its rightful owner.

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Go omnis! Go Barb!

(Barb, I'm totally restraining myself about my crush. You have no idea.)

Foster cat had barfed three times when I got home today, twice on the couch. Poor wee scone. Let's hope she keeps some food down tonight.

Let me know if you want a place to stay while you are here omnis.

Yay omnis and Barb!

I'm sorry foster cat's having problems, smonster.

A henna website suggested a mixture of full fat yogurt and amla to remove or lighten henna, and she was going to try that.

The amla might tone down the henna. I would suggest a couple of baking soda masques beforehand to see if it lifts any of the henna.

Henna binds to the hair, and doesn't really come out for 99% of people. If you have my email, I can talk to her in depth about it.

Thanks, Plei. If you get an e-mail from a person named Nancy, that will be her.

CRAP! I thought I was all set for the SNOWPOCALYPSE Pt. 2 - Electric Boogaloo. I was going to make mac and cheese and scones, and flirted with the idea of making cinnamon rolls. I go to make the bechamel for mac and cheese. AND I'M ALMOST OUT OF FLOUR. Crap!! So bitter! I didn't even think to check, I always have flour.

I'm getting comfy with wine at hand. Actually skipping working tonight and just doing some catch up on the TIVO queue. Fringe is first on the list since I fell asleep shortly after it started last night.

DH and Bobby are at a big basketball game tonight. DH's team is now 21-0. Very happy for them. Bobby has some health stuff going on. Doctor yesterday was saying words like Neurological consult. His blood tests came back today and the only thing way out of whack points to allergies and he has just had a big growth spurt so I am hoping for something easy or temporary. Will talk to doc at length over the weekend since he is a friend.

Also on my mind and nerves, tonight my first born has just taken off with a group of friends for the first time in his car. Eeeep!

I'm about the calmest non-worrying person I know, but I have this unease that is an unaccustomed feeling. But kitty is at my feet and Brandy is snoring next to me on the couch so I anticipate feeling more at ease soon. takes another sip of wine

Dear husband,

There is a reason I have my own toolbox. Given that you have a wretched habit of never returning any of the tools from your toolbox back to said toolbox and then have no idea where the tools are, ergo, leaving me with no idea where the tools are. Half the time, you're not even sure where you left the actual toolbox.

Seeing as I don't really dig doing a search and rescue mission every time I need to use a tool I years ago, bought my own toolbox and outfitted it with tools that I regularly use.

Mind you, I understand that you often go rummaging in my toolbox because you know a certain tool is going to be there (seeing as I always return my tools to my toolbox and put the toolbox back in the same place). But you understand that if you do go into my toolbox, I expect to find my tools in my toolbox in the same goddamned place I always leave them.

So, husband...

WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING HAMMER AND WHY ISN'T IT IN MY GODDAMNED TOOLBOX??

Your (slightly homicidal but loving) wife

Hec, I'm really hoping I can manage to get to the 2011 Edwardian Ball. Really, REALLY hoping.