Life-changing Events: Man, I need one! I would prefer it not involve tumors or living in a large packing crate, but apart from that I'm not too picky.

jumping to end to wish Happy Birthday to Teppy

Happy birthday, Tep!

My life would be so much poorer without you all. Seriously.

Also, smonster, insent.

Happy Birthday, Teppy!!!

Congratulates to the Teppy becoming even more vintage!

Though she is just a kid.

ION, I was going through some stuff last night and discovered several women's magazines from the 30s that talk about homemaking, clothes making, needlework, entertaining, general items of female interest of the time. I did an eBay search for the title, Modern Priscilla, and found that mint copies with lovely covers weren't selling even at 5 bucks. Mine are not mint, and the covers are gone. Is anyone here so enamored of the late '20s-30s that they'd be interested in paying postage for half a dozen women's magazines?

I'm torn about not keeping them, because the ads are fascinating and the crochet patterns are tempting, but I'm being honest with myself about my space and time limitations.

s anyone here so enamored of the late '20s-30s that they'd be interested in paying postage for half a dozen women's magazines?

I'll bet Betsy would if she were still around...

s anyone here so enamored of the late '20s-30s that they'd be interested in paying postage for half a dozen women's magazines?

Very tempted, but I don't really have the space, either.

I win at Buffista clumsiness. I was walking the dog after work, like I do most days. I am, therefore, used to walking him. Instead of a collar, we use a Halti on him when we walk him, and he's not thrilled about it. He often stops and puts his head down and paws at the Halti to get it off his nose. Again, I am used to this.

I got 4 houses away today when Kato did the paw-at-the-Halti maneuver. I was either walking too close to him, or possibly there was a massive earthquake. I vote earthquake. But I tripped straight over him and hit the sidewalk HARD. I caught myself on my left hand, so my wrist hurts like a motherfucker, I have a huge cut on my arm above my elbow, and I have scrapes on my hand and knee that are already bruising.

None of this is going to feel good in the salty ocean. Assuming the ocean isn't on fire.

The one funny part is that, when I hit the ground and just lay there stunned for a few seconds, Kato, instead of running away (or running for help like Lassie would have), just cocked his head at me for a moment and then lay down across from me, like, "Oh, so *this* is what we're doing now? We're hanging out here? Right on."

In conclusion, 40 HURTS.

t edit Also, I checked to make sure no one saw. I can't say for 100% that no one saw from their house, but at least no one was outside, which is amazing, since we live on Walk-Your-Dog Avenue.

I was just about to mock you for tripping over your dog, but I just missed falling out of my chair trying to close the back door. I did manage to painfully bang my hand and shoulder in mid thought-mock, so clearly some instant karma on the loose.