I'd love one of these! [link]

It doesn't go over the door, it looks like a bare metal tree. I don't remember if the vertical bar goes from floor to ceiling with tension or if it somehow attaches to the back of the door.

Bunches to choose from [link]

Ooh, much closer, the Towel Tree and Standing Towel Rack are almost there. I was looking for one without a foot so it would fit behind the door. Maybe I imagined a product that doesn't really exist.

This [link]

damn, I meant cilantro not chives. Eh, either way, don't like them.

:: ducks & covers ::

Cilantro is... definitely a weird thing. I don't mind it used sparingly, but I once bit into a dumpling filled with it, and that was less fun.

The Chinese word for cilantro is one that every single foreign student living in China knows, because it it used HEAVILY in Chinese cuisine (or, northeastern Chinese cuisine, anyway) and everyone has very, very strong opinions on it. So a lot of us couldn't name fairly common food items, but cilantro? No problem!

That's it! And it's not expensive! Ginger, you rock like a thing which rocks quite awesomely.

I forget who brought up the websites where you can look up to see if you are owed any money in a particular state. I used Cash Dash for Illinois and found some bank stocks my Dad and I owned and we just got a check for a surprising amount of money. So yeah, it's real and it works!

(so now I'm shopping for bathroom accessories!)

OK, there will be swearing in this.

Yesterday when I got home, Hubby casually mentioned that he'd fallen off a ladder working on the house. He insisted that he'd been careful, that the ladder was properly balanced, etc. Still, he fell of a ladder, landed on the patio. I give him some mildly annoyed looks and think he's an idiot.

Today I call home before I leave work, and he sounds like hell. And he proceeds to tell him about how he eventually had to go to the ER because this morning he was (some may not want to hear this) PEEING BLOOD!. Turns out his fall onto the patio was him landing flat on his held-together-by-pins-and-screws-with-pieces-just-waiting-to-crumble back, and then the ladder fell on him, and the double-vision only lasted for a couple of minutes, and maybe I can get away with not telling Connie about this! He had been hoping to not tell me about this at all, except I would have noticed all the scrapes and cuts on his legs.

But what the fuck was he doing up on a ladder in the first place! We've got people who can help! We've got people who owe us money who have explicitly said, "I will pay you off by helping you on the house"! But, no, Hubby feels good after having had a spinal treatment that is actually helping, and now that he's getting testosterone treatments to counter the morphine/opiate poisoning, he's brimming with energy, so OF COURSE he can go up a ladder, never mind that the nerves in his spine don't work right any more and he's been known to fall over in the middle of the street because his legs don't work anymore. He feels good, so everything will work they way he insists it will.

I said, in a tone of voice that has made ER nurses take a step back, "You are not going up on a ladder again," and he quietly said, "No shit." I managed to say quietly, "What were you doing up there anyway?", and he said, "I was being careful! It was braced right, and nothing should have happened." And I somewhat lost it and said, "I'll make sure to put that on your tombstone!" Not a remark he liked.

Dammit, I understand he hates the restrictions he's under now, but he was warned not to overdo it, but he of course knows better, and nothing was supposed to go wrong. I'm not surprised at all, but I am very furious. Nothing I say will change him. The only thing that will stop him is paralysis. And I'm afraid he's going to manage that.