"Purple puddles" is what kills me. But actually, I find Flylady less annoying than the No Excuse Workout dude.
I will check what's up with my flickr account. After a nap. I just talked to my family and it made me tired.
[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.
"Purple puddles" is what kills me. But actually, I find Flylady less annoying than the No Excuse Workout dude.
I will check what's up with my flickr account. After a nap. I just talked to my family and it made me tired.
Purple puddles?
smonster the kitteh is soo cute!
Purple puddles sounds like Barney had a little accident. But it is a known thing that my hatred for the flylady overrides my respect for the structure underlying the method.
Flylady autocorrects to goulash, btw.
So I slept through church this morning. And just now I went out and puttered around the yard (new tadpoles in the puddle pond, I think!) And now I have come to the dangerous realization that since I did not go to church, I now have absolutely no reason to put on outside pants today all day. Whoot!
"Purple puddles" plus an excess of god and inherent sexism. I'm not saying I shouldn't be using my own version of the control journal. What we need is a flylady for snarky, cynical sorts.
Ginger is me. I've even thrown around the idea of a fly for godless cynics, which ultimately falls down on the total fail of my checklists and non-bleachiness of my own damn sink.
(including, naturellement, the failure of any "hey, let's start a new service"-type checklist.)
I can't take the sink thing seriously. I am not inspired by the lovely glow of my shining stainless-steel sink.
1962 does not approve, Miss Ginger.
In all the years people have talked about flylady I never checked out the website.
Ooookay. I can't use that website even if the info is good. One she's just too cutesy and 2 the website need to be updated.