Don't they have sword-canes? Surely you could work out some sort of sword-crutch thing, sj. I vote for it.
Then I would just need a license to cut ignorant people who don't know that it is easier for them to get out of my way than it is for me to get out of theirs.
Then I went to Target and spent another $100, on...I'm not sure what. Batteries and swimsuit and TP?
And you went just for the TP, right?
Actually I went for the TP and the swimsuit (or the hopes thereof). And sunscreen. And immodium (I'm going to Mexico, just in case...). But somehow it all added up to more money than Goodwill, even though the bags were a lot smaller...
Adulthood fail. I just now realized that the t-shirt I have been wearing all day has quite a few tiny moth holes in it. I wonder how much of my other clothing has been eaten.
Don't they have sword-canes?
By they, do you mean me? Because I totally do. Also, in highly excellent sword-for-ita news, my Dread Pirate Roberts sword finally came, and I am totally in love. I'm so glad I got this instead of the Six Fingered Man's sword, actually.
::brb, fondling::
ita and weapons = OTP
Laura, I'm so glad that your mother's ailments are all treatable. Continuing the ~ma for her well-being.
Trudy, yay for healing feet!
Zen, that sounds like a lovely way to remember your Mom.
I have a lot of moth holes. I cannot conquer the moths. And yet, I leave the light on to attract them, because the phoebes are hanging out on my deck again this year, and apparently I like birds more than I like clothes.
repurposed drawers for mini raised beds
OMG, brilliant.
I am hongry. Stoopid board meetings. I'm not in it, I'm just waiting for people who are.
Then I went to Target and spent another $100, on...I'm not sure what.
This is their unofficial motto, methinks.
God damn. My father calls me, I say we're getting ready to go out to dinner, he says, "Oh, I won't keep you long," then stays on the phone for 52 minutes. FIFTY-TWO. (Tim was in the shower, so Dad wasn't slowing me down. Which is not the point. I don't know when my dad became worse at acknowledging and respecting boundaries than my mother did. And saying that is HUGE, because my mom doesn't think other people should have boundaries, and I am not kidding.)
I think my dad is responsible for my migraines. I'm not joking. Because my head went from okay to MASSIVE PAIN in those 52 minutes.