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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.
I would love to run "I think I am ready for a grown-up house" or "I need grown-up clothes" workshops/bootcamps.
I think you'd be awesome. And I bet people would spend good cash money on that.
Speaking of spending good cash money, as someone surprised at how long it's taking my hair to grow out, I do see the appeal of extensions. I just don't see spending $7000 on them.
I'll get pictures eventually. I may even have some old ones, somewhere, but I don't know where. Most are at my parents'.
My neighbor swept my steps and walk today. I didn't have time to do it this morning. I think I've won the neighbor lottery: he does heavy lifting, loans me tools, shovels out my balcony, sweeps my walk of snow, introduces me to the neighbors and his friends. Plus, his kid is adorable.
Ack. I don't share the Rihanna love.
Kat, I'll send my dad to visit. He'll drive you crazy, taking up SO MUCH SPACE and reading you articles, but you will no longer have dripping faucets or woggly doorknobs. And possibly all your drawers will slide smoothly too.
Oh, I love Rihanna. "Good Girl Gone Bad"! "Take a Bow"! It's that new one, Ke$ha, or whatever her name is, that makes my teeth itch.
I read msbelle's umbrella post this morning, went to work, got horribly busy and ended up not leaving work until about 10 hours later, got home and caught up a bit in Natter and it wasn't until ita said:
I have now heard the umbrella song msbelle quoted.
That I fully realized why I'd had that DAMN SONG stuck in my head all day. Ptui!
I'm looking forward to the weekend, except for the part where I have to give Ashton cat a bath again. He's supposed to get one every week for 6 weeks with this medicated shampoo in the hopes that he stops itching so much. This will only be the second week. But since he's sitting next to me trying to eat his own hind foot, I don't have much choice in the matter.
Oooh! sarameg, I'd be fine with that. I think your dad's awesome.
Burrell, church tomorrow on?
I think he's awesome too, but am well aware of his drawbacks. Which probably only annoy me. But he also gives good instructions so you can figure it out yourself later. Thank god, because the months of watermain work meant I had to clean out my faucet screens and washers a LOT.
Loki is randomly biting trim. Um, kid? Leave the lead paint alone. Now he's on to making out with my shoes. Okay.
I'm doing so well on spending this month in a way that's sustainable. Need to seriously get to work on replacing basement door and garage door since I think I'm saving again.
Sue, thank you for that link to Sleep Talkin' Man. I've spent most of the evening, as Hec can attest, weeping from sheer exhaustion and work rage, and that blog is the most awe-inspiring thing I've seen all week. Sadly, all the most tagline-worthy mumblings of the sleep husband are decidedly not safe for work. But it's just so nice to cry from laughter for a change. Seriously. I owe you.