When some family friends moved into a place all wallpapered up all old lady, they threw a wall depapering party. Got the whole thing done in one night. I recall lots of drunk steaming and one dessicated mouse discovered. But it's doable. There was a lot of wallpaper in that house, part of the original old-money Cruces. Which isn't NYC, but still.

It's awesome that all I can think about when I watch those shows is my grandmother dying. But there it is.

Anyone interested in seeing the infamous penny? You can just barely make out Lincoln's head!

Jesse, you can also rent a wall steamer thingie at places like Homo Depot...

Melatonin worked the first night I used it, sort of worked the second night, and didn't work at all by the third.

Whereas for me it didn't work all that effectively (but better than the nothing that was my other option) for the first couple months. It took a while, but now a 1 mg dose can usually ensure I sleep easily the whole night.

I really dislike the phallus wallpaper, but the wallpaper that looks all intricate old-lady flowery and then, when you get up close, is all vines and insects and cobwebs and creepy crawlies? LOVE.

I swears I was only watching What A Girl Wants for the Colin Firth dancing around in the leather pants scene (SO HOT). He's danced, I've drooled, so now - why am I still watching?!?

You forgot barefoot. Dancing around in leather pants BAREFOOT.

And you kept watching because, honestly, he's not only hot but a heart-meltingly sweet Ideal Dad (IRL too, apparently; he had a brief relationship with Meg Tilly after they did Valmont together, bonded with her kids, and has remained a dedicated quasi-stepdad over the decade and a half since the breakup), and there are all the jokes and puns and riffs on Jane Austen, and Amanda Bynes before she bleached her hair out was cuter than a bug's ear. And the commentary track with the writers is sheer literary/popculture fangirly fun.

I mean, if you kept watching at all. Not that I'd have any personal knowledge of continuing to watch, repeatedly; I'm just guessing. Purely at random.

::kicks worn DVD under the couch::

Whoa Cash. That is intense. A little queasifying actually, but only because I keep imagining myself in your position.

Wait. Is that in situ??? HMOG.

Wait. Is that in situ??? HMOG.

I know! I'm so glad I didn't wait too long to take her into the doctor. It was lodged right in the middle on the way down.

The whole event was kind of surreal. I didn't get up expecting to have Liv go under anaesthesia today. Glad I didn't panic but glad I didn't delay getting it out, either.

The funniest part of the whole deal was that the night before, I told Liv she would probably poop the penny out. So when we got to the doctor she kept saying, "But it slid down to my butt!" They had these cool GI diagrams in the doctor's office so I showed her on it where the penny was lodged and she kept pointing to the colon saying, "Is this the butt?"

Eesh, Cash. I'm glad it turned out okay.