Did you ask her about John Barrowman? I tend to think of him as American but I think the British think of him as Scottish.
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The Haiti earthquake news is very upsetting. We have a very large Haitian population here, probably half of the kids in our high school. Most of my second family of kids (DH's basketball team) are Haitian. With communication pretty much totally down the families must be frantic.
Only pointy toes fit my feet right. Remember the snow boots? I ordered a pair, thought they were too small, re-bought in a bigger size? The bigger size is too big, but my big toe still hits the front. While my heels are swimming around. It's not too much of a problem with this particular boots, but it did really remind me that I need to stick to shoes that are pointy like my feet!
I have anti-Jesse feet, I think. I'm boxy, with a pointy heel.
Hmm. Sounds like the Fluevogs might work on my feet. But I don't need an expensive habit. I may just stick to ballet flats forever.
I'll see if I can work in a question about John Barrowman next time I see her. I need to not hear bad things about him. One of the other guys at the table would keep bringing up celebrities, and if he said something nice about someone, it was someone she knew and hated, and if he was talking trash, it as about a friend of hers. It was hysterical.
Tsutomu Yamaguchi died a few days ago. He was the only person the Japanese government officially acknowledged as having lived through the bombings at both Hiroshima and Nagasaki. He lived to 93.
My feet really are freakishly pointy.
Oh, Jesse, I think that's a laura lippman book.
My style of foot is A Mess.
Oh, Jesse, I think that's a laura lippman book.
That is likely! And thank you!
I am a homeowner: it's 11:30 at night, I just discovered a leaky window so I caulked it. I'm not sure whether to be jubilant or weirded out.
Jesus. I'd love to wimp out and not cut my own hair this time round, but I'll be damned if I know how to find a black barber. Google sends me to some crap dead end websites. Back in the day I owned the domain name blackhairjoints.com with the idea of consolidating that information, but I never got it off the ground.
I can find one place, and it's not that nearby. There has to be somewhere vaguely local.