Social Networking Pillows
After years of resting our weary blogger heads on keyboards and netbooks, with visions of icons dancing through our heads, now we rejoice to see that finally a pillow suitable for the workspace has been created. Also, we can finally take out our frustration at Facebook with a few square punches without actually striking a monitor; we can also literally fling Gmail at someone who needs to get smacked upside the head with our unread thoughts — and no one actually gets hurt. Thank goodness for the Social Networking Pillows by Craftsquatch on Etsy. Now our cats can do what comes naturally and simultaneously act out our private impulses against MySpace all in one smooth movement.
I can't wait until our home is her permanent home. 7 weeks or so until then.
"Grace at home" is a lovely phrase.
I think I broke more dishes during the year I had a tile counter top than in the all the other years combined.
I think I broke more dishes during the year I had a tile counter top than in the all the other years combined.
This is my argument against tile floors.
I walked over to the mall to buy milk and a coffee wearing my inside pants. It felt so wrong.
I think I broke more dishes during the year I had a tile counter top than in the all the other years combined.
When I had tile counter tops they were very pretty, but kind of a pain otherwise. They were very uneven and the ridges were not fun to clean. The tile counters in the bathroom were easier to deal with, and also pretty.
So many great birthday pictures, Kat! And I can't believe Grace's coming-home date is zooming up so fast.
You know what's good? Fried egg in bread-with-a-hole.
Barney Google Eyes!
My mom used to (and Hec still does) fry up the little hole, a perfect little burst of crispy buttery yum.
Safe travels and a good trip to msbelle and mac.
Child picspam, dated yesterday: Matilda and Papou's cat. She's wearing her A's shirt ("What does the shirt mean, honey?" "It means BASEBALL YAY."), but started off the day wearing all three of her baseball shirts (A's, Portland Pilots, Durham Bulls) layered on top of each other. Not a traditional Palm Sunday dress-up outfit, but at this point if she opts not to fight but expresses actual enthusiasm for any outfit at all I'll just roll with it.
My mom used to (and Hec still does) fry up the little hole, a perfect little burst of crispy buttery yum.
I semi did that, too! Except I was using a little pan that was really only big enough for the main piece of bread.
Cute Matilda. Patient Kitty. (My cats all hide when children are around.)
This picture is for Msbelle. It's from the Twitter feed of my place of employ. Note what dude in back centre of picture is holding:
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I walked over to the mall to buy milk and a coffee wearing my inside pants. It felt so wrong.
I went out to eat in my inside pants on Saturday night. It felt perfectly right.
This picture is for Msbelle. It's from the Twitter feed of my place of employ. Note what dude in back centre of picture is holding:
He looks so proud of it, too!
Matilda and Kitty are so cute. How patient is he!
