When you find a husband, you really should find someone who like doing laundry.

That would be ideal! Fucking laundry. It is the bane of my existence.

Hi, guys. Not raining in Vancouver, so I might get to see it this time.

I haven't been here in five years. It's too long.

Having fun.

But apparently I've been spotted as a kid-hater so I will have to give out candy on Halloween. I'm not sure why I got busted. Admittedly, strange kids are strange, but recently I've been all about the baby toes and the dogs licking their noses. I think I should get a pass.

My husband does laundry. It's heavenly.

He also takes small children to the zoo on mornings when I'm too worn out from being pregnant to do anything more than lounge around in my jammies. But for some reason I foolishly offered to go grocery shopping while they were out, which means putting on outside pants. Why on earth would I have said that??

We've got a full plate of Halloween activities tomorrow - there's the kids parade in our neighborhood followed by a little trick or treating on the way home, followed by trick or treating in our building followed by people coming back to my place for a wee potluck & party. I bought crafty things so the kids can make egg-carton spiders.

It did not produce painters, but graphic designers. It did not yield a great literature, but it made good use of fonts.

So, the writer of this for-publication article did it strictly as a creative gesture and turned down any fee to avoid the artistic validity of his writing being negated by crass commercialism?

Chocolate clothes!

My cat peed on my bed this morning. With me in it.

I don't know why. She sleeps in there with us at night usually, and has stayed in there WAY later. (We sleep with the door closed, and D. shuts it behind him when he gets up.)

She wasn't meowing or anything; she just peed. On the blanket over my legs.

Do you think she's sick?

Also, some close neighbor has gotten an EXTREMELY shrill, EXTREMELY yappy dog. Like, doesn't breathe yapping. An hour of yapping.

An eagle needs to eat it for breakfast.

Chocolate clothes!

I put a photo of one of those dresses (from the 2008 show) in my latest French project.

I need to stay on task today, so I am posting progress reports to feel good and see progress.

- stripped bed, flipped matress, vacuumed mattress, picked up clothes, shooed away Jehovah Witnesses, put back on the two mattress enclosures.

Now I am off to re-make the bed with my brand new Beech Jersey sheets! Bright Purple on sale at BB&B yesterday. YAY! My bright pink ones sadly were so worn out that I took them to the fabric recycler people in NYC before we left.

Some friends of ours from NYC who relocated to OK a month after we moved are coming through town tomorrow. This is one of mac's bestest friends from NYC. VERY EXCITED! And, they are parents that I actually like.

Ooooh, bright purple sheets? I've got a favorite-ever set that is developing irreparable rents that needs some kind of replacement... I wonder if the BB&B's around here have them in Queen size.

For the Lush kerfuffle, someone should mail Consumerist.com with examples of the Lush non-apologies. They like stuff that demonstrates that kind of corporate heinousness.

I've just made my first batch of Trader Joe Spicy Apple Bread mix muffins. It's seasonal, so I'd better remember to stock in 20 boxes of it for next year....

I bet Jezebel might run something about Lush, too.