Thanks Sox. I'll pass it on.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
A friend of mine in Peace Corps kept money tucked in the waistband of her underwear (no pockets for the wimmins, you know), but she kept forgetting when she was drunk and losing it down the outhouse.
No new leads on the murder case. Police released previously withheld evidence hoping someone will come forward with new information.
Your boob is telling you to quit smoking.
There's a 'nanny state' joke in there somewhere.
I needed that laugh.
Lewis had to go to the mall today so I tagged along and went back into Sephora and bought the pearly dark violet MU4E lipstick.
No willpower whatsoever.
::sigh::
My Mom went to a forum to see the candidates for mayor. Her reaction "I'm going to vote for so-and-so. He's bright, takes the right positions on all the issues. Too bad he doesn't have a personality."
I had my last PT session today. I get a discount to join the gym, and the price is more reasonable than expected. So, I may just be able to afford it.
I also went to the Borders I used to work at to see how people were handling the closing news. There was only one person working that I knew, but I just feel so bad for everyone who doesn't know where the money is going to be coming from after this. I'll probably go back again soon to try to see a couple more people that still work there but weren't on today.
My dad called yesterday to say they were closing the Border's on his side of town. That means no Border's in Madison at all. He's upset because he goes there for coffee every day and now he feels he's got nowhere to go. There's a Barnes and Noble barely a block from the Border's, but dad doesn't like their coffee shop and he knew all the clerks at Border's. They'd practically have his coffee waiting for him, he's that predictable. I suspect he'll end up going there anyway, he's a creature of routine.
I cracked up the scheduler at Kaiser. My plantar fasciitis has hit defcon 4, to the point that I can't do any amount of walking without spending the rest of the day staring at my tiny codeine stash. I can't get an appointment to get a cortisone shot or a heel amputation for three more weeks, so I'm spending my days calling in case there's an cancellation. I apologized for bothering them, and the scheduling person said, "That's our job. We're here to help you." I asked her how the Kool-aid was.