Allyson, can I meet your mother?
Sure. She asked me if we could go to the beach so she can see the Pacific, so maybe we can meet up for lunch? I was thinking of taking her to Santa Monica Pier.
ETA: Are you sure? When I think of my mom, I often think of Edina's mom on Absolutely Fabulous, but that could all be in my head.
Erm, I've had to be skippy and skimmy lately, but did we know that Pushing Daisies is on WB (at least their site)? [link]
Feh. I have had a twitchy eyelid for the last few days. What's that about?
OMG, why am I having to tell a member of Best Buy's Geek Squad how to view hidden files in a Windows system?
What's that about?
Stress. Sometimes potassium helps, so reach for a banana.
Apricots have more potassium than bananas, in case you don't like bananas. (My sister hates bananas, and loves apricots, yet stubbornly persists in making herself eat a banana every morning for the potassium. When I ask her why, she claims she doesn't really hate bananas. Don't be like my sister, banana-haters! You have options!)
Sweet merciful mother of god. I thought the chainsaws had stopped, but they're back. How can there be any trees left over there?
Is it ridiculous of me to want to move somewhere where I can hear NO sounds generated by humans and their damn machines, ever?
Is it ridiculous of me to want to move somewhere where I can hear NO sounds generated by humans and their damn machines, ever?
No, but it is difficult. I use earplugs to sleep.
Hey... I have earplugs! They're danged annoying, because I can hear, like, my own breathing and pulse and such, but they almost entirely block out the sound of the chainsaws! Thank you, quester, for reminding me of the solution already in my dresser drawer. (I'm a dummy.)
My SIL is on Facebook having a meltdown about this news story:
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And I read it, and said, "how do you know that what the father is saying is true? It's an editorial. There are no police reports, and the writer spoke to no one (or didn't quote anyone) from DYFS or anyone who could possibly refute the father's claims.
Though, I admit, I am automatically suspicious when Christians claim persecution. In the US. Try being a Muslim for three minutes. Toss on a hijab. Then talk to me about persecution. You haven't met persecution, not unless you're currently living in ancient rome and have a lion chasing you around a pit.
I'm being a jerk.
Thank you, quester
You're welcome, Zen! Your tale reminded me of the time the house next door was being sand blasted for about 3 days straight!
Happy Birthday, Raq!
You are not a jerk, Allyson.