His tweet to Polgara was priceless.

A friend of the family was tweeting about Firefly not being all that great but Owen responded with "my mom and dad watchdid it its smart and funny."

I laughed my ass off.

I hate buying bras. They never fit me. The cup is never big enough. I've gone up to a 44G and the cups still don't entirely contain the boobage, which - really now. They cannot be THAT big. And I hate an underwire like the devil. They are uncomfortable, they poke and dig, and they're even harder to find a cup that fits. My problem with measuring myself is (a) keeping the tape straight, and (b) "measure over the bust while wearing a bra that fits you well" Mo'fo', if I had a bra that fit me well, I wouldn't be having a problem! Also, it seems nearly impossible to find a bra in stores that's over a 42DDD. Having to order a bra, try it on, and return it is almost as bad as having to stand in a dressing room for an hour, trying on a million bras, only to end up still without a good bra, and near tears from feeling fat and misshapen. Fuck that. When I was thin, I was a 36B, and buying bras was no problem, so this just brings more "I'm fat and I hate myself" issues. I did go and have a bra fitting done once, at a Lane Bryant. The stupid salesgirl insisted on putting me in a bra that I could barely clasp, and got all indignant when I complained that it hurt, because "that's what my measurements said!" So, humiliating times three. I'm not doing that again. I don't want anyone to see me even half-naked, frankly, and having someone shoving bits around and frowning does not help my already-battered self-esteem. I'd rather just wear sports bras all the time.

I'm kinda really freaking askeered of surgery. Frankly, as long as it is a cosmetic, not physical issue, no way I'm going under any knife.

This is me. After having a DVT and PE following "minor" surgery, the thought of any surgery that isn't required to save my life takes my breath away, and not in the fun way.

In related news, god, my back hurts. The muscles over my shoulders and shoulder blades are so stiff I can barely move, or stand to stand up. All I can think is that maybe those few push-ups were even harder than I thought they were!

I need a new refrigerator, washer, and dryer. Crap. The biggest obstacle to my going on and getting them is the hassle of getting them in and out of the house. The kitchen is a narrow galley kitchen, and the W/D are upstairs, the stairs having a 180 turn. Much fun getting un-disassemble-able antique furniture upstairs, too.

it might be worth buying one of those dryer cleaner kits and having a go. Much cheaper than replacing them, and if it's taking that long you could be risking fire.

eek. Off to clean the dryer filter.

it might be worth buying one of those dryer cleaner kits

Good idea. Will give this a try.

I adore my front closing sports bras. I'm not particularly concerned with lifting and separating etc., I just don't want them to hurt from being squished or bouncing too much.

I can't believe your baby boy is tweeting, Cash!

OK, gonna go break in the new sneakers before it gets any hotter. Meant to go earlier, but managed to futz around instead.

oh my is it hot and muggy out there. I am back home with the ac after churching and a bit of shopping at BB&B. also? I had ice cream for lunch in a bit of immaturity for mac giving me a hard time yesterday. mac is with uncle G, and uncle is G is not up for any nonsense today, so it will be interesting to see how the day goes.

I need to cool a bit and then I need to straighten the house. The realtor was gone last week, so my fingers are crossed that this week we will have some showings. Must get it into show shape.

Oh, I have to remember to go follow Owen on Twitter.

Today is day 2 of Storage Room Wrangling. Step 1, move all the trash bags! Step 2, start organizing.

I wish I were there to help. I have no interest in dealing with my own place.

I wish I were there to help. I have no interest in dealing with my own place.

Isn't that always the way?

What kills me is that there is a great dresser down in the basement that I've had forever, and would be perfect for my plans for the Storage Room. But getting it up the basement stairs of death, and then up the insanely steep stairs to the Storage Room? Not worth it.

Oh, I have to remember to go follow Owen on Twitter.

I just did. He's hysterical!