Sheesh! Scary polish injuries! You people did not warn me about the dangers when you sucked me in. I discovered that my Kmart stocks OPI, so I bought an OPI Red which is, indeed perfectly red. But all their bottles had little scrape marks on them so I am afeared. Looked great, though.
Today we had Snowpocalypse: just when you thought it was safe. AND I had to help my guitarist/lead vocalist with a cold move. I barely found my way there because all the signs were completely covered with snow. However, I made it there and to the grocery and am now safely at home with a Starbucks dark cherry mocha to reward me for my good work.
I like pancakes 'cause they're stackable. Ooo, and waffles 'cause you can put things in the little holes if you wanted to.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Liese S. - May 02, 2010 1:27:59 pm PDT #26838 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Theodosia - May 02, 2010 1:29:38 pm PDT #26839 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Yikes, Jessica! I'm glad it wasn't worse, but I'd never have expected to end up in the ER from trying to open nail polish. It's a very Buffista injury, that.
Atropa - May 02, 2010 1:29:47 pm PDT #26840 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Yikes, Jess! I hope that heals up quickly.
I am taking a break from organizing. Plastic storage bins are my new best friends.
Liese S. - May 02, 2010 1:29:48 pm PDT #26841 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
I still have to launder linens and clean house and the SO is sick and there`s hockey tonight, but I am just lolling on the couch.
SuziQ - May 02, 2010 1:38:56 pm PDT #26842 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Mani/pedi today resulted in blue toes and opalescent fingers. I really like the opal color, but I'm so used to having bright colors on my fingers, it kinda feels nekkid.
No nap and no chores have happened. I should start thinking about dinner, but I don't wanna.
SuziQ - May 02, 2010 1:40:20 pm PDT #26843 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Really didn't need to be said twice.
Instead, I shall once again proclaim the NUMMY-ness of Trader Joe's Maple Leaf Cookies. Thanks, Nicole. Nom, nom, nom.
brenda m - May 02, 2010 1:49:56 pm PDT #26844 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
K-Mart has OPI?
Love Maple Leaf cookies. Love. Dip them in coffee.
Ouch, Jessica. Will be more careful with my older polishes.
Jesse - May 02, 2010 1:50:10 pm PDT #26845 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
6 stitches, in and out in an hour, so not too bad. Hell on my typing, though.
Yikes! That's a pretty serious polish injury!
Insult to injury to Boston, this week is National Drinking Water week
Ha ha ha! I am boiling more water, and wishing I hadn't read the thing that said not to just use the water coming out of the tap for handwashing. Luckily, I spent the afternoon outside of the Bad Water Zone.
Nicole - May 02, 2010 1:52:12 pm PDT #26846 of 30001
I'm getting the pig!
Wow, Jess. I'm glad you're ok. From now on I'll only open nail polish with thick gloves on.
As Suzi mentioned, the farmer's market was seriously lacking in veggies but I do have pretty nails (Bastille My Heart - OPI). And absolutely no gloves necessary when someone else is opening the polish bottle. Whew!
Barb - May 02, 2010 1:53:38 pm PDT #26847 of 30001
“Not dead yet!”
Seriously, there is nothing like copyediting to make you feel monumentally stupid. Especially after you discover that your CE is the author of the Everything Spanish Grammar book and is catching really stupid mistakes that I really should have caught earlier.
Am now feeling like complete loser for not catching errors in a language in which I'm fluent, but don't use daily.
Why, Universe, did you gift me with such a crazy perfectionist streak?